For My Nawty American Baby xoxo
The Winner Of The Prize
The winner of the prize
It could have been your eyes
The colour, shape and feelings they inspire
It could have been your parted lips
That take my lust on magical trips
And beg for a kiss more tender than the one before
It could have been your voice's dulcet tones
That sends shivers coursing through my bones
And leaves me hanging on every word, always wanting more
It could have been your slender fingers
Upon which my gaze often lingers
Wanting to hold them tight and safe in the grasp of mine
It could have been your infectious giggle
That makes my soul dance and jiggle
And creates a smile, regardless of my mood and disposition
It could have been your silky thighs
To rule them out would be unwise
Their shape and tone run close to nature’s perfection
It could have been the way you make me feel
A feeling so good it’s almost unreal
A warm blanket sweeping over me on a cold dark night
But the winner is your heart
For it kept me from falling apart
And the care it holds gives hope on even the darkest day