Her

Her kinky hair, how it looks so nice makes you want to breathe her oxygen. Her skin brown as soil dark as the night where everyone sleeps on her and nobody notices her but besides me and the angels up above her. Her smile is bright and white as a cloud. Her touch feels magic. Her kisses feel more powerful than world peace. Her voice sounds like heaven on earth. Her laugh is a therapist in disguise. Her hugs are tight like snakes but makes you feel so safe. Her reality makes you want to live, love, dance. Her voice I don't mind listening over and over  (is my favorite song I have listened to every single day. Even though her words sound like a broken record. Her juicy lips are southern watermelon. She is my world, my peace. Where stress comes down my throat, she's my cough drop my flower without pollen in spring.my smile when I'm down. She is the reason why I smile as a child with pieces of orange in their mouth. here is the reason I wrote this poem.