She was like a rose to me. Cherry red. My fingers ache at softness to touch. Shape of a peach. Rain like candy too much. Softness my hands cradle like they never felt vulnerability before. Sweetness in a smile. After a giggle. Yet I got lost for a while. In sapphire blue cat like eyes. Pale skin my fingers trace. I guess love belongs to her as a canvas in my mind. My words can't wait to paint. To every line a pause sigh maybe faint. But this feeling is never tainted in the way she makes me smile. Yet I haven't met her. My ideal woman haunts me at night every time. Knowing her feline eyes and sultry voice is just a heaven I'm deemed to reach. My ideal woman. My idea of my everything. Is a rose is beloved. Yet nothing is ever this sweet.