Her eyes, deep, abyssal
by Mark Ruiz
Yet peaceful still and
Her smile like the crescent moon,
So bright and stunning.
Keep me mesmerized 'ermore.
Her skin soft, smooth, and dark,
Like the earth's skin.
Her voice, charming,
Like a waterfall's droplet.
She is that whom hides an inner.
An inner that leaps and withdraws.
A spirit so free, choses what to be.