Your Beauty
When I think of you,
Your laughter, your words,
I think of your beauty
Your form.
Golden rays of sunshine,
Alight upon your head.
Longingly, I dream of running
My fingers through your silken hair.
The blue-green of the ocean,
Is in the innocent depths of your eyes.
I can’t help but look into them,
And feel the emotions rise.
An indescribable shade of pink,
Blossoms softly on your mouth.
Sweetly, I long to kiss,
The delicate petals of your lips.
Like gracefully chiseled marble,
Is the curve of your gentle neck.
My lips long to brush against
The ivory skin of your throat.
The alluring curve of your silken breast,
Is heaven to my devouring eyes.
My hands, they tremble, outstretched,
To stroke the smoothness of your skin.
Far beneath those luscious lips,
Graceful neck and voluptuous breasts,
Lies another piece of your beauty,
An imperfection that adds to your perfection.
The gentle curve of your stomach,
Is sweetly, softly, beautiful.
Close to the curve of your stomach,
Lies another curve—that of your graceful hips.
Your hips lead to such beauty, such secret.
They lead the way to your sweet, dark place.
They are the beginnings of your long, slender legs.
Like the rest of you, your hips are beautiful.
Your form, your figure, is beautiful, perfect.
I am in awe when my eyes behold you.
How can you be so beautiful,
And yet so sweetly ignorant?
Your ignorance increases your beauty.
You deny your beauty,
And that, My Sweet,
Increases your perfection.