Wildflower – Beyond Just Breasts

She is beyond just her breasts
With a mind and heart of her own,
She craves to be heard inside out
Forever by a force unknown.

She is about her eyes
Which speak volumes without having said anything at all,
The sparkle in those eyes is inevitable
When she watches him watch her fall.

She is about her nose
Which twitches when she smiles her widest best,
That colour of her nose is most red
When she contains all her tears in a life’s test.

She is about her cheeks
Which glow without a blush,
It is hardly a matter of seconds before he appears
His effect on her seems to be no more hush-hush.

She is about her ears
With those earlobes so soft,
His fingers unscrewing her ear studs
Seems like her only source of comfort.

She is about her lips
Which tremble to spill the words of her heart,
The colour of which turns a crimson red
When touched by the saliva of her sweetheart.

She is about her neck
Which yearns for his one-finger touch,
The line from her neck across the shoulder
Will never forget the kiss of love as such.

She is about her hands
Which always touch and feel first,
The softness and warmth from those hands
Somehow always manage to quench his thirst.

She is about her arms
Which crave only for that one embrace,
A hug that melts her little by little
And keeps her steady for the world to face.

She is about her heart
Which beats loud and clear for him,
Yet enjoys the joy of loving in silence
With closed eyes and tightest hugs verbatim.

She is also about her breasts
Which make her feel the most feminine on touch,
Her long tresses falling over and below her breasts 
Had always been her lifetime dream of top-notch.

This post is themed around “Wildflower – A to Z of a Woman’s Mind“.