My Secret Lover

My secret lover, still like a statue staring at me
Our silent communication is the key

Adoring you, from head to toe
I can’t help but to stare, just so you know

Your dress is red, and sways in the air
A little flower, perfect in your long flowing hair

Your eyes and lips, what can I say
Seemingly painted on, every day

Breasts so perky and scantily clad
Your tight yellow top, ain’t so bad

Fingers that tickle and slide with grace
I only wish I could feel them on my face

Your body to the rhythm of my every move
A picture of you should be in La Louvre