Her looks

Locks

Locks you right in

thats why im writing

She's pretty, petty

I bet in a parallel world she'll be called Betty

For now we just settle with Essy

There's something about her

There's something about her i cant seem to put my finger

Small body, big figure

In the streets, to the sheets

She keeps stealing glances,

Hello

Palm in the air, waves

and her glasses?

yellow

Yoke, albumen egg layers

Soft on the inside

Hard on the outside like eclairs

Conspicuous shape

Eerily long neck

Big stomach,

pockets of fat

Love handles

Always on sandals

She looks so beautiful under the sun,

doll face

Long dress

The aura of a blue mushroom

Shining bright like a star,

Gemini

Stubborn as it appears

Strong to her peers

Like liquor,

to end i will chase

Chess, a pawn to the end to be the queen.

My queen!