Imagine, if you will,
Perchance to see her grace.
That unadornable beautiful face.
I cannot conceive it,
That colour, blushers, paint.
Needed to better the magnificence,
I witness here in her presence.
Bones, lines perfectly formed,
Created in an instant of time.
Where all the luck be mine,
Gazing on smooth, flawless skin,
And even more, the beauty within.
Delicate softness behind green eyes,
Sparkling bright devoid of lies.
The fullness of her shapely form,
Is leaving passion in a storm.
That I may know upon my lips,
The wetness from her swaying hips.