Swiss Miss

A woman I knew

 She’s the real thing—the opposite of generic.

Catch me staring at her beauty.

I call her flame-bearer.

My last name wearer,

and I love her to the death

She puts a bounce in how I walk, you see the stutter in my step

The world is darkness without her, like someone covered up my lamp.

So the shade has been removed

I prayed to have her smooth

Flavor—she’s my savior.

Chocolate to the taste buds.

She can take blood, give love or breathing treatments

Create meals that are more than decent,

Or give dreams to go to sleep with

She’s mean, and it’s no secret

That her smile just leaves me speechless. 

So I write. :)

Swiss Miss

My girl is hot chocolate

Call her my Swiss Miss

Sweet lips that Chris Brown couldn’t kiss kiss

Smooth skin & a body that’s a curved shape

Sends tremors up my legs like an earthquake

Strong attraction has existed since the first date

Now a life without her love would be the worst fate