I wish I had a best friend, her face was as sweet as honey, mixed with molasses and cane sugar, and vanilla extract with almonds sprinkled on top.
Her voice was like roses, blooming out of a fresh garden, and for each word, one flower, at least that’s how I pictured it. And just as the sweet smell of the flowers draw the bees nearer, so they could suck the nectar, so her voice drew me nearer with her fragrant words and perfect English, and mellow sound…yes…mellow. Nearer to her tongue, so I could suck the sweet nectar off that as well.
Her hair was like golden sunlight, reflecting off the big blue pool of water, the wonderful salty sea. When the whole thing turns yellow that is her hair, at least that’s how I remembered it.
She is perfection in a bottle, even zaidi profound than catching sunlight. Because if wewe ever catch a nyota in a bottle, wewe would let it go at the mare sight of her, her very distraction, the bottle would brake but that would not matter, not after wewe see her golden hair swinging like water, like a piece of the sky touching the sea, because a star’s light does not compare to her.
I saw her in a dream once, it was a nightmare, but even a nightmare can’t compare to her. Time stopped and the devil’s background played sweet muziki for her. I seized this last chance to see her. Somewhere in my psychic mind I knew she was leaving soon, “If I told wewe had a great body would wewe hold it against me?” She smiled and then she was gone in the twinkling of an eye. “Eyes” that reminds me, how do I explain? Okay, try to trap the sky in a bowl; both siku and night, rain and sunny perfect shine, now imagine that in the sweet eye wrists of a girl.
Her Kiss, Oh my God, no, that is something I can’t explain <3
Her voice was like roses, blooming out of a fresh garden, and for each word, one flower, at least that’s how I pictured it. And just as the sweet smell of the flowers draw the bees nearer, so they could suck the nectar, so her voice drew me nearer with her fragrant words and perfect English, and mellow sound…yes…mellow. Nearer to her tongue, so I could suck the sweet nectar off that as well.
Her hair was like golden sunlight, reflecting off the big blue pool of water, the wonderful salty sea. When the whole thing turns yellow that is her hair, at least that’s how I remembered it.
She is perfection in a bottle, even zaidi profound than catching sunlight. Because if wewe ever catch a nyota in a bottle, wewe would let it go at the mare sight of her, her very distraction, the bottle would brake but that would not matter, not after wewe see her golden hair swinging like water, like a piece of the sky touching the sea, because a star’s light does not compare to her.
I saw her in a dream once, it was a nightmare, but even a nightmare can’t compare to her. Time stopped and the devil’s background played sweet muziki for her. I seized this last chance to see her. Somewhere in my psychic mind I knew she was leaving soon, “If I told wewe had a great body would wewe hold it against me?” She smiled and then she was gone in the twinkling of an eye. “Eyes” that reminds me, how do I explain? Okay, try to trap the sky in a bowl; both siku and night, rain and sunny perfect shine, now imagine that in the sweet eye wrists of a girl.
Her Kiss, Oh my God, no, that is something I can’t explain <3
