Black hair, to shame the raven’s wing.
Blue eyes, deeper than the sea.
Dark skin, softer than the finest silk
Red lips, outshining the dew covered rose
Soft breasts that make my heart sing
Nipples the color of creamed tea
Firm and so inviting
But they aren’t for me
Long legs parted in invitation
Her treasure bare for me to see
How I long to taste those lips,
But it’s not meant to be
Only twenty-one summers
Have touched her gorgeous brow
Surely God has made her special
I can only wonder how
With little smiles and blown kisses
She teases from afar
My heart beats with such longing
To seize that shining star
I know I cannot have her
Can’t bring her to my bed
Can’t drive her to distraction
Her legs wrapped 'round my head
I know I’ll never lick those breasts
Nor stoke her silken sides
I’ll never taste her sweet caress
Nor take her for a ride
I’ll never make her moan and sigh
I’ll never make her cum
I’ll never take her to that high
I’m not the blessed one
Some other girl will claim her
I’m not the child of luck
Someone else will take her
And call her my greatest fuck
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