A hint of vanilla on the body
the skin so smooth and fair.
The warmth of two
fantasizing anew.
Ever changing dreams
sometimes can bring...
Arousal and passion,
but love is what I’m stashing.
I’m a hopeless romantic who loves to dream
I search for one who knows what I mean.
Someone who can feel my words,
and also see the curves.
I judge the soul within
not the skin.
I use the smell, and touch blindingly
then my ear’s to hear if you’re really finding me.
I don’t ever expect to find that last piece
that would make me feel complete.
I think I’m just too deep
for someone to find and keep.
My emotions are to complicated,
and my words are often hated.
I always hear the words "Don’t read into it”.
I’m definitely guilty this I admit.
I want to know everything…
The skin is only a shell
I want to know enough to make a person melt.
The smallest detail can be sadly missed
I want a love which in turn consists…
Of never being left behind
a single Ambiance Rose by my side
at least once a year.
For one to hold me if I shed a tear.
I just wish to have my soul feel free,
and still be what people want out of me.
I wish I made sense,
and I could put down every defense.
Even though I’ve hurt inside
I still reach and confide…Why?
I still turn my necklace hook and make a wish,
and right now I’ve just received a fantasy kiss.