Standing in line
In front of me
Your perfect, tan body in a yellow tank.
Straps showing, to the bra underneath
The remembrance tattoo, on the right shoulder blade.
Your scent, intoxicates my very being.
,my head swims from the high I’ve received
Standing there, in my altered state
Makes taking in the curves of your body a visual feast.
My senses revert back to their animal instinct and I’ve become a beast
Wanting to ravage you right there, for all to see.
I don’t know who you are; but your praises I’ve sung
The scent of a woman; the worlds most perfect drug.
