I saw her this morning; her lips looked so ripe
A smile like a beacon giving this dreary day some light
It's snowing its raining, life's crummy weather
And there they were dangling from the most perfect pair of ears
A set of earrings made of genuine feathers
She was at work; she had her blue uniform shirt on
It was short sleeve and under it one that was long
The long one was orange like the color of the feathers
She was so beautiful, I hated to leave her and return to the weather
Her eyes two portals to a soul of true beauty
I wanted to take her in my arms but she was on duty
Now you might think this woman sounds too perfect to be real
But hold on to that thought 'cause I haven't gotten to her sex appeal
Her hips are curvaceous and her breasts stand up proud, full and firm
Every time I think I know her there's something new that I learn
How God gave so much to one is a something I cannot discern
Her hair is long, full and free as it flows
And right above her forehead was an orange flower like hair bow
It was hard to leave; I just didn't want to walk away
But than I took comfort knowing we would meet later that day
Someday I hope to be there right by her side
Every time she laughs and every time she cries
I will laugh when she laughs and wipe away the tears
I will be trying to make her happy; for the rest of my years
But for now I'll take whatever it as I can get
A long lasting friendship and a taste of those lips
