In my dreams
I see her perfectly sculpted silhouette
Then wake up in the morning knowing
Thats the closest to heaven I am going to get

In my dreams I couress her beautiful skin of bronze and
Get lost in her eyes of ebony, Then wake up wondering if she was real and
looking back at me.

As I gaze out my window at the heavens,
For hours on in, hoping that I get granted that blessing

That blessing of having her unique love until the end of time, and As it grows better with time, like a fine wine with a banquet of passion we shall dine
So refined, as I tour the contours of the metaphysical aspects of her love, because the connection we have is deeper than physical. Its so monumental like we are one and she is a part of my mental, and therfore if she should fall to my well being it would be detrimental. Her presence is melodic like the tune to your favorite soothing instrumental.

Her stares make my pound like drum snares
Sassy, her style jazzy and savy that makes my other senses shout out how trumphets blare. She can give many men the blues with her tools, but to build me up and tear me down that would not be fair.

But then again I wouldn't mind because for one moment I got to be in her
angelic glare.