She

She's beautiful, Like a desert flower Opening towards the sun, Just like she opens to me When she smiles. She smiles and I see In her eye, there's a twinke. I want her near to me, Nearer still, it's never enough. I trace my fingers on her hand And I want us to lace oursleves together. When my arms go tight around her, We fit. She curves around my curves And I breathe in her beauty.