The White Girlfriend

How strong is she to hold me
They stare at us and we ignore them
Let them visualize us making love, they can't help it
They can't stop it
She may not see the beauty I see in her
She's remembered more often than the rest
My heart beats quickly when she wears that special dress
I think of nothing but how to please her when she's beside me.
I can't think when I'm inside her.
Inside her is where I belong till she drains my essence
It is hers to take and I give it freely.