Something about her was different.
Her skin was softer than that of others.
And her hair smelled of freedom.
Her lips left me captive.
Her brown eyes showed me their soul.
On her hand, she showed me the world.
Between her thighs her secret.
"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
Robert Frost (via