I want to kiss
Her tender lips,
I know she wouldn’t care.
In such a bliss
Her finger tips
Draw s-line in the air.
She can impress
With playful dress
Her manners not to mention.
She’s so much stressed,
When in excess
And suffers from attention.
Her quiet voice
Brings me rejoice,
Her eyes are deep and brown.
Those eyes of hers
Leave me no choice,
In their sea I drown.
I want to kiss
Her tender lips,
I hope she wouldn’t mind.
With all at ease,
Sweet little Ms.,
She is of special kind.

She never envies,
Is jealous not.
I like her «maybe»-s,
And hate her «not»-s.
Avoiding always,
Does not commit.
She doesn’t promise,
By chance comes in.
Ajar and distant
For all the time,
Is every instance
Of hers divine.
And every moment
Is so much more.
I hope her comment,
Will not be «no»
She is my baby,
Refined somewhat.
I love her «maybe»-s,
I hate her «not»-s.

All the things that she said,
Going round in my head,
Want to see her in red.
She’s always good at colour.
Though trying to revolt,
There’s nothing left to hold,
I know it:s all my fault.
Cannot resist to love her.
However strange may seem,
She’s cherished like a dream,
Imagine her in green.
It suits her like no other.
Will always think aloud,
Is never singled out.
Regret is not allowed
She is a perfect lover.
Though hate to be astray,
I know it’s not my way,
Sometimes she wears grey
And makes me think all over.
She talks with quiet voice,
Whatever is her choice,
Continues to rejoice.
I know she wouldn’t bother.

I wish, I was near,
I wish, I could hear
And live through it all.
Regret and despair,
For I am not there,
It isn’t my call.
I wish, I could witness
Your beauty, my Princess,
Without and within.
Bad luck and misfortune,
The life is a torture,
When you’re not in.
The very existence
Is worsened by distance,
Apart and ajar.
One more thing to mention:
The patience is questioned
When you are that far.
So bright and expressing
Your smile is a blessing
And changes it all.
Explicit and naked,
I  wish you could make it,
We would have a ball!

She said, she would miss me
And also she said,
The chance was so dismal,
Could not be offset.
With all odds against it
And so much at stake,
The was no exemption
From rules of the fate.
There was no exception
The chance was so thin,
And building was pressure
Without and within.
And growing was tension,
For one thing she knew —
There was no dimension
That could be reviewed.
And nothing was there
To start from the scratch.
And life was not fair,
But it had a catch.
She said, she would miss me
And also she said…
Her words were explicit,
She knew what she meant.

She is a queen of tight dress,
She is a little queen.
She is a queen or goddess.
Sincere, eager, keen.
So much involved and gentle,
With style, yet to be seen.
Attractive, cute and splendid,
She is a little queen.
At ease she is with color
And mixes it with skill,
Unprecedented talent,
She is a real steal.
The one a lot are after,
The way one never knew.
For only she can craft it,
With every shade and  hue.
And scale is so much vaster,
Each time she has a go.
And everything she masters
Defined to shine and glow.
And everything she touches
Consigned to be an art.
She is a queen or duchess,
So good, so bright, so smart.
She is a queen of short dress,
It all stems from within.
And everyone surrenders
No matter what’s the scene.

Again she’s wearing lovely dress,
No matter what’s the label.
Her ways can everyone impress,
She leans against the table.
Her hands are trembling a lot,
Her voice betrays a little.
But, nonetheless, she wouldn’t stop,
She wouldn’t want to quit it.
She knows the game and plays it fine,
A breach is not allowed.
Distracted though with every line,
Goes on to read aloud.
And as she reads, the story goes,
And more she grows excited.
There is the truth, she only knows,
But know, she does exactly.
Her every breath and word alike
All bring it so much closer.
Could not resist it, couldn’t fight.
With pleasure eyes are closing.
She’is pulled apart for quite a bit,
As culmination nears.
That depth she’s never had, indeed,
Her eyes are wet with tears.
She’s almost there, wants to get
That special thing she’s after.
As there is nothing to regret,
Her voice explodes with laughter…
Again she has that lovely dress,
One couldn’t see the label.
Her style can everyone impress,
She leans against the table.