Her name is Emily, she is a breath of fresh air; my muse.
Carefully crafting art in Latte foam.
Lips so sweet that I might blow a fuse.
If only I could bring her home.
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Her hair is shiny and dark brown; it smells like chocolate.
Her eyes are hazel temptation with a mascara shield,
I love the way she sweats when it's too hot.
I need her in my life; I can't yield.
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Yesterday, I found her apartment in town.
I took a pair of used panties for safekeeping,
I'm grateful she wasn't around,
She wouldn't like to find me peeping.
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Her name is Emily; she is the love of my life.
Someday, I'll make her my wife!
About the Creator
Rain Dayze
Aspiring writer with a passion for spice, pets, and coffee. I've published through here before under a different name, but it's still me! I've got an alternative site for content: https://www.inkitt.com/angela5347
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