CURSED

I look at her and my stomach flips anxiously,
My brain cells stop working for a bit, and my heart,
It’s too busy drumming in my ears to help me.
I see an angel, no those that I keep dreaming of,
I see a real life angel and I couldn’t be any happier.
That pink strapless dress has all her features out,
From her full chest down to her futuristic bossoms,
If this is a dream, please don’t wake me up. Unreal.

She is the epitome of beauty, and I want her.
I’m perplexed by her beauty, true perfection,
Stunned by her graciousness, I halt my steps,
Transfixed by her moving lips, dangerous move,
Pinned down by her aura, I’m not complaining.
Though I need someone to help me know,
Understand what breathing is again because she,
She has taken my breath away. Starstruck.

Those beautiful round eyes feel like home,
I could totally live there beyond eternity,
That perfect tiny nose has my cracked lips,
Hopelessly yearning, harshly craving contact.
Those chubby cheeks already have my palms,
My rough and hard palms reaching out to them.
Need I mention her perfect ears, this woman,
She is heavenly and I think I’m falling, fast.

Her thick long black hair is down, left free,
Bringing out her facial features even better,
Then there’s her lips, her dangerously full red lips,
I think I’m on the verge of collapsing, very close.
But if I fall, will she pick me up or even hold me?
I would really love to be in her arms, doing nothing,
Just looking at her, studying her, watching her,
Great, now I have a boner to deal with. Why me?

My mind is already messed up, definitely infected,
By the deadly virus of ‘what I could do to those’ lips,
How they would feel interacting with mine, goodness,
And whether they would taste minty or cinnamon like,
Strawberry, vanilla or many other guesses in my head.
But then my poor timing rogue subconscious,
The enemy of all my sweet and less actionable fantasies,
Sees it fit and decides to chip in, snapping me back to reality,

My anger only has my subconscious miffed,
Unapologetically dragging me roughly through,
And on the muddy lawn that was once my love life,
Reminding me of the pain that love brought me,
The price that I have to pay all though my relationships,
The troubles that I encountered while listening to my heart,
The tight ruthless clasps of love, and the very reason,
I have deemed myself the unluckiest of lovers. Cursed.