Her smile is exquisite,
disposition endearing,
talent boundless;
she's got the boobs.
Laughter shimmers forth
from her lips
as mild gusts rustle young leaves in spring.
Not to mention the boobs.
Our similarities layer one another
(twin pattern copies);
differences, what few there are
compliment each other
as a bright sunrise
and great, fluffy clouds.
My admiration is great;
attraction all-encompassing.
Soon I will be with her.
Oh say...
did I mention
SHE HAS THE BOOBS?
Copyright ©2002 Daniel Grey Taylor
