Sonnet
Her unique shy look, Like an aroma from a cook, And her twinkling smile, Like a bride on an isle, Just turns me on, Pretty like wet flowers at dawn, Soft long hair like fur, I can't get enough of her, Not for her beauty, Neither for her booty, Not for the galaxies in her eyes, Nor for her kisses during byes, It's like a cloudless night, Without a single bulb light, With starlit sky, Much much up high, Now she whispers in my ears with a smile, "Please, say it all again"" "I'll stop loving you, when hell freezes" It wouldn't hurt to share...