Acquaintance

Joris Olivier

Her hair was dancing in the wind,
My eyes were catching things,
To pregnant for my eyes to miss,
And so I couldn’t resist to kiss,

And I didn’t stop after kissing,
My hands couldn’t either resist,
They touched and caressed,
Two things I didn’t want to miss.

We got acquainted and fell in love,
I was her Adonis,
And she my Aphrodite and more.

The rest is history,
To obvious to explain,
It had my victory.