She's Geography,
That's why I wanna manoeuvre my tongue all over the contours of her voluptuous body.
I wanna strum her like a Spanish guitar,
Leave her trembling,
Like she's the victim of an earthquake of great magnitude on the Ritcher scale.
She's mathematics bro,
She adds a smile to my face whenever pain and sadness visit me for a one on one encounter.
She subtracts all traces of loneliness from my life,
And she multiplies my happiness levels by ten to the power infinity,
Which is why I never wanna find the quotient of Me over Her (Me/Her).
She's also a musical instrument,
See, she's got piano keys instead of teeth and they emit soulful melodies whenever they're caressed gentle by the world class pianist who resides within her podium.
Her voice is like that of a hummingbird, absolutely magnificent.
It's music to my ears and nourishing food to my soul.
She's a greenhouse gas,
Because every time I lay my eyes or her or come into contact with her, my body temperature rises.
She's the living definition of an amazing woman.
She possesses "wife material" inside of her.
To God she's His masterpiece, His pride and joy.
To me she's that piece that completes me,
She's my Eve, My one, my everyday woman crush.
©Lwethue, 2016®
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