You know it's funny looking back, I can remember her face.
The sight unlike no other, I remember her taste.
A flavor so overwhelming it would bring kings to their knees.
I never thought I'd be the victim of something with so much ease.
I recall a dark moment when I had a moment of lust.
The words that I shared, just turned out to be bust.
But the smile, oh the grin that woman gave me.
I swear to you it's moments like that, that make me feel free.
I remember green eyes, or perhaps they were blue?
Regardless of their color they remind me of you.
And me in a darkened state meant only for the damned.
I reminisce in the moment when I taste all her glands.
Oh her lips, how they were such a bright ruby red.
They whispered so softly, they could bring men back to life from the dead.
Her grace was so fragile, yet so fiercely flaunted about.
This woman was an angel, of that there's no doubt.
Her hair a dirty blonde, or could it have been black?
Regardless of the color, no man knew how to react.
Her beauty so perfect, in its all natural flawed way.
Second to none, nobody, that's what most men would say.
And her skin, oh my, paler white than snow.
Or maybe she was tan, I truly don't know.
But she was perfect from her flyaway hairs down to her feet.
I was fortunate on this day, that angel I did meet.
And yes I knew it, how couldn't I? She may as well have floated on air.
I knew she was but a vision but truth be told, I don't care.
©jarnmarr
J