I remember her lips, beautiful and light pink
Forming words of wisdom, and expressing herself
On this little body, a priceless gem on shelf
That I want to caress, and to tune into sync

Will I get one more chance, to impress my detail
Into her thoughtful soul, finding my victory
As her mind thinks of charm, the poet's witchery
Wanting to be with her and touch her ponytail

Screening her messages to get a hint of flirt
Can she arouse my mind, and get my blood flowing
Towards godful repent of our bodies glowing

Time will lapse, suns will set, I am on high alert
To grab her attention for another meeting
Not waste this intrusion for seeking the heating