He loved her

He loved her soul - all white and pure
He loved it how she was so demure
He loved her face, all innocent
If only down below didn't have that scent

He loved her mind, her thoughts were wild
Her eyes, the naivety of a child
And far out, she had a body to die for
Its just a pity they couldn't score

He loved her skin, the touch of silk
... but what is that smell of sour milk?
Her heart was open as could be
If only she didn't have an STD!

I wrote this poem for Sammi... hahahaha! (Sorry hun, had to be done!) - she needed inspiration for a LOVE POEM... and I thought I'd help her along with this one. Its ... umm... "Different" ;)