Her Touch

Her touch is like a rose petals blush,
so soft and fragile and sweet.
her lips are like cherries
lush and plush (I wanna eat)
her eyes they hold,
they entrance and mold
until my breathe is fairly gone

she kisses my lips, and touches my hair
and drives my senses wild
I yearn for her touch, her look, her smile
I yearn for her mouth
just for a while.

girls and boys, differ its said
and I know for sure
boys are hard and cool and strong
and girls know where they belong