The warmth of your breath 
and a brush of your lips.
The touch of your hand
and your sweet finger tips.
and a brush of your lips.
The touch of your hand
and your sweet finger tips.
 The smell of your perfume, 
 the smell of your hair. 
 The sound of your voice 
 in the cool night time air.
 The curve of your calf, 
 and your confident stride. 
 The soft subtle make up, 
 so deftly applied.
 The sound of your laughter, 
 the smile on your face. 
 The elegant poise and 
 the effortless grace.
 The glistening glint 
 in your sparkling eyes. 
 The touch of pure class, 
 you try hard to disguise.
 But this poor humble man 
 oh so proudly admits 
 that his favourite is still 
 your magnificent tits.

