Wish I had a powerful body;
causing the crowd of the lovely
to lift their heads from all despair,
and cast their eyes on the mesmerizing beauty
that stands before them.
Wish I had powerful eyes to catch the attention
of one of the loveliest bodies within the crowd - and bring him to me.
Wish he could charm the lipgloss right off of me,
and feel the nakedness of my lips
for the rest of the moon's stay.
Wish I could be held in my lovely's
arms,
while he gently whispers in my ear:
" You'll be alright when the morning comes, 'cause I'll always be here to stay. I'll share my love with you."
I'd close my eyes and fall into
the bliss of his assuring words.
Wish he could tell me:
" You are my one and only love.
No one can or will take the place of you."
" You're so gorgeous. I admire everything about you, from your head to your little toes. "
" You're beautiful. "
I'm still going through the crowd,
looking for someone that has
just a little love interest
in me and my imperfect soul.
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