Curly Q

She is a woman of curves and curls..

Curls in her hair

Curls in her long lashes

Curves in all the right places

Hips, ass , and more

And now I’m curled around her finger

She wears me like her favorite ring..

As I look at her and see curly haired babies and,

Swirls, and curls, and circles in the sand

I see wisps of clouds in the shape of hearts

And hear little chimes and bells to boot too.

She moves me to chuckle, to smile, to grin with a case of perma.

My heart races, and beats to her drum

I wonder, I hope, I think, can I be her 1 and

Only…