My love is a girl from Katmandu
She confessed to me she loved me true.
Her love I did reciprocate
It was the mighty hand of Fate.
I couldn't resist her exotic charms
I longed to hold her in my arms
And kiss the blush right off her face
It put me in a state of grace.
She had long black tresses and olive skin
Such beauty surely must be a sin.
She must be the envy of the gods that be
Adorning the earth for mortals to see
I was fortunate her love to win
And I adored her being trim and slim
With a tiny waist and ample hips
And Oh, those red and lucious lips!
I longed to kiss her through the night
And snuggle up and hold her tight.
With her smooth, soft skin pressed close to mine
A feeling close to the divine.
Her eyes, like a brace of lang'rous pools
Shining like erotic jewels.
I fell into those dark brown eyes
And felt sorry for all those other guys
Who didn't have a love so true
As my wonderful dream from Katmandu
How I'd love to marry you
My beautiful girl from Katmandu.
George Hunter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-love-a-girl-from-katmandu/
