she lives...

She’s the fire that keeps my heart from freezing up. The type of woman that sizzles in the presence of luv. Bringing to life to the darkest of nights. Giving the moon a friend for life. The warmth she creates dances with ease. Allowing sight to witness the beauty in which she breathes. As air flows with her natural ability to truly live. With a light bright enough to shape all things that surround her. And if lusts touch her she chuckles as it gets burnt. She’s hot like the sun but cool with ease. With nothing to hide as if you can see through her she’s pure. Without hate she’s free from anyone else bring her cure. Beneath the stars her sway moves like the wind. Oh, how upon my face I feel my grin. In tune with her vibe I instinctively move in motion. Flowing with th warmth that comes from her devotion. She pleases me. Releases pieces of me that connect with her wants and needs. I could watch her for a lifetime and never bore. With her there's a light that never scorns. I just can't get to close to try to smother her free will. And in thaat alone is a thrill. To crave her ways as she sways as drifts. What she does for me intices me to taste her lips. As I visualize her in everything I do. She's simply beautiful to the soothe...