Chapter One: Imperfect Perfection
Bright baby blue eyes,
Light blonde soft hair,
Prideful sharp thinking,
Shining bright all
Feminine curved figured
But no breasts to be found
A glare it sent to all
One that screeches
"I AM NOT A WOMAN"
With a curse to follow
And a groan to present
My arms seek out
And press into heaven
A pink abiding light tint
Cheeks rosy soft as it
A hug is to embrace
One that leads to liking
If a hug is to embrace
One that leads to liking
Than is a kiss
One that leads love?
He's Imperfect Perfection.
But it's not like I care.