Her body is a symphony of gloriosuly complex beauty
Her face a poem, lyrical and epic, composed to rouse a mans heart

Each curve of her body a subtle mix of delicacy, grace and power
skin sleek and silken soft
muscles taught, lithe and lean
she moves like liquid, flowing sensually
curves rising and falling
a musical composition of flesh and bone
she sways in time to a song of seduction
her body a study of power hidden in delicate perfection
she moves and her body sings me a song of passion and pleasure

Her face speaks of beauty to make a man ache with yearning
Her eyes fill my heart with soft words of sweetness till it is bursting
soft blue pools create stanzas that whisper to a man of all he dreams a woman ought be
cheeks set high and regal, an ode to a queen upon the waxing of her reign
her hair is a a stream of thought, light airy and intricate
soft curls tumble like interwoven words of gold, brown and auburn
bouncing upon one another in a mass of sweet scented chaos
lips to whisper words of love that might bind a man by his soul
or to caress his skin in sweet passion, they beg to be claimed and possessed
soft yearning beauty, yielding to one who is worthy
no man might write a work so moving, so real and so beautiful