(POETRY, LIMERICK) Her chocolate face


She sits with regal grace
I crave her chocolate face
She stands, she bows
She commands the clouds
And I pursue with frightening pace

Her smile lights up their eyes
I look- I see no lies
Her arms are swift
The skies- she lift
All I see- those well bred thighs

On touch I think I'll burn
Her presence, I did not earn
She looks, she smiles
A trail left for miles
True pain- I'm dying to learn