Me and her

It was me and her, you and me in the middle traveller's day of summer July, hot like lava it's cooler shadows of ice Antarctic.
She feels the breeze knocks her off the heels that raise her higher than the Empire State Building.
Life couldn't get any greater.
It was me and her, she and I on balcony 6th Floor Hilton Hotel glancing nightlife living, Paris seeing dark trimmers the street lights, French walkers pass by on scooters, lunch under the sweet smell of spaghetti bolognese.
But we're not Lady And The Tramp, just lovers entwining Starry Night, I was the Van Gogh when I painted her.
I envisioned her skin Milky Skies, river bed in the lost tears of the moon.
And suddenly they are criminals around crooks are about hiding in shadows through bin cans and alleys.
See dangers are a sign of attraction, being kidnapped in another country is a sign of love to the rescue under the influence of Die Hard, but my True Lies won't back down.
Never done this before my heart is racing 70 miles per hour, putting my life on the line for her, be a man stand strong and rescue your Rapunzel from the tower, I'll be right there in an hour.

It was me and her, the words and the sonnets couldn't get any deeper than romantic evenings indoors.
Just the R'n'B jives making love to music, when it's wet...it's her knickers crying, crying to a man lover's physique.

It's 3am at midnight and you can't sleep under the French stars, so I whisper movie ballads that entertain your clubbing streak, end your 24-7 boredom haunting your fun time, press your play button that capture scenes of pornography.
Come on over, and let the hands caress those hands onto my chest of abstinence.
Lick my lips dry till there's no more Vaseline shining dried lips.
Let's do the mess around with pillows that plays soft lullaby to feather currents, let's go space bound to Venus and Uranus alike in cold shivering system.
Let these arms be your blanket that covers frostbites who may bite you with a cold fester.
So look up young dearest, look up and tell me what these brown eyes mean to you?
What is it that makes you moan my name in great pleasure when we touch, when we kiss this love that sends us quicker than Virgin Trains, faster than a Lamborghini, electrifying like a Third Rail tapped into our vibes.

Again it was me and her, you and me.
The words and sonnets couldn't get any deeper than romantic evenings indoors.
Just the R'n'B jives making love to music, when it's wet...it's her knickers crying, crying to a man lover's physique.

I don't know if it's this love, this sex, this ecstasy, this rock n roll or lust.
Does the kiss of a woman levitate my feet into a different world of hers, or do these humming vocals and verses call me a poet laureate of your time.
Your heart warm as the radiator home sweet home I've fond you, but you look at me confused if you feel right for me?
Let's not discuss nice guy vs bad boy syndrome, save you vs like you syndrome, petty jealousy vs the world revolves around you.
I chose you to spend my life with, I chose you cos I thought the woman I love needs no saviour to a woman's heart.
But a protector, a provider for our legacy to come into this world we are against in the arts that express wedding vows of my love poetry in tender kisses, the world that suffers heartaches not painful as earthquakes crack open bleeding hearts that have broken, old wounds have resurrected demons, the devils, the nightmares, the sorry lies, the traumas almost felt suicidal but she still hangs onto a message of hope.
The hope that erases mistakes like it was a test of wits, a test for knowledge on life, the test of attraction coming from qualities that fulfil your needs, your needs to relinquish reserved doors that have your heart open, needing my touch so desperately, filling your voids left unfulfilled.
It was me and her lost in paradise, lost in France scuba diving red wines that squirm vines, I found your voice intriguing, I found your face unforgettable, so I'll draw the one with colourful pastels, never sale your portrait to a sleazy stranger, and remember your looks through artistry and sonnets.