Her hair blows back in the breeze
as the strolls down the sidewalk between all the
trees
With a smile that reveals every one of her teeth
And the dimples on her cheek
She’s an angel, I think
Her divine, secretive lips
Shine in their glossiness
Begging me for a kiss
I stand back, watching
Mesmerized by her beauty
Only able to muster the words
“That Booty”
