Vaguely I recalled,
Her face so pale
A white mole
Lips drenched in black
And eyes, oh my.

Skin flawed with supple curves
Bossom, with ridged curves
Swaying hips
Supple, and yet mesmerising
A sight she was to behold.

Beneath the canopy, she sat
Hiding behind the veils of the gazebo
Was the one, who attracted me
Shy, wasn’t I?
But, who wouldn’t be; a beauty was she.

The vagueness seeped past,
My conscious flared with her
Those lips black and the supple curves
The only drug I need
She was the catalyst to my high

Foolishly I buried my thoughts,
The beauty was a distant dream.