Why I Call My Females Gorgeous?
Inspiration draws in my mind as I paint her.
Mysterious yet some how I know her.
Dreaming of her image as I am indulged in my music.
I hear a whisper, I feel a tickling sensation, my lungs flood
with water as she steps in the room, and yet I don't fear what's coming next.
I pause and say to myself, I wish I could write a poem to express and describe her beauty;
but the only thing I keep jotting on the paper is gorgeous...