Mmm...

in the crux of her bosom I whimpered that I would only die if she said it was okay,
my bevvy.
Her words were always brief and breathy
That grin left me tinny and thin

her eyes were the bluest of blue
her skin was the creamiest of creme
her lips were the rosiest of rose
and her teeth were the yellowest of yellow

Nobody's perfect
except me, sometimes