C21 PLEASANT FEELING

Want to see a clumsy attempt at a poem?

Well, here goes something.

Green eyes like the color of the sea at high tide. Turquoise is what they are actually called. Sultry lips ready for devouring, a come hither gaze a calling. Red fiery hair that shines in the sunlight, delectable curves on a petite figure. She's a whole mood with sprinklings of spunk, I would like to get all up in her trunk