Disstant Lover

 There she is nothing more than a glare on the other side my window
Antidote to my hearts sympathy with a smile so sentimental
Saracco Moscato put on ice
I ‘d love to share a glass but this distance will have to suffice
What a woman! Lips are so precise . . . . . . so right
As I pierced inside my thoughts began to write

“today my mind shouldn’t pick my heart won’t choose
she’s embodied by the precision of Gods great tools
Her frame intact from mere facts of grace
An ace to beauty with dimples drawn into her face”
It’s simple . . . . . . . . . . . .

I’ll starve to see her finish the meal cooling on her plate
Lemon pepper white fish shows she a simple woman about her taste
What a woman! Lips precise . . . . . . . so right
As I pierced inside my thoughts again began to write

“If only I can type, delete, copy, or paste
this beauty she posses to each and every woman’s face
i would only be judge by the evidence studied in this case
that a beauty so deeply carved could never be erased”

To know her name the thought becomes a plague  
My natural surroundings the consequences to what’s at stake become vague
Yet her straw helps her sip her last wonderful taste
Another round on ice to begin that wonderful chase
What a woman! With lips so precise . . . . . . it feels so right
As I pierced inside  . . . . once more my thoughts began to write

“the beauty her beauty so precise
i’m running behind every drip every swallow
as I become more entice
i follow”

I can’t help but to stare and question
If her panties match her bra and if so why the discretion
SIMPLICITY . . . . . . . PERFECTION
This distance is an infection
What a woman! Precisely so . . . . . . Feels right
As I pierced inside  . . . . my thoughts began to write

“her lips her kiss her tongue my throat
how badly oh how badly I want her clothing to go remote”

Those soft brown eyes looked straight through me complete
She unaware of each gaze that made me weak
Closer than ever as she and her scent walked by
A gesture to greet myself came to a deny
No hello no pronunciation of my name
No stretched arms no embrace to her frame
But as I close my eyes I could have sworn I caught you
Even fantasized over everything I bought you
In one moment I opened my eyes and found the truth

Today
was
the
day
that
I
stalked
you