The Object of My Dreams

In her eyes rises the flames of love, The passion of care and cherish; She sings with such a beautiful voice That the clicks and clacks of her rhythms makes me dance to her tune; The words she airs and the way she takes me by the hand, Pricks a call for concern and makes me feel that endless love; I made her my sugar mummy, Teaching her the physics of love And she made me her sugar daddy, Teaching me the linguistic of love; Each time I take her for a walk, She holds me so tight and lean that beautiful head of hers by my shoulders, Letting that hand of mine to crap her waist; I spend my time preaching to her lovely ears the melodies of kindness And she spends her time just doing it to me; If there is anything I have ever needed, It’s her and the kinds she possess. The end