Twisted, double helix strands taken from the rib of man,
she is created in the likeness of all that is beautiful.

Woman made for me in my mirror.

Except for the lovely blond, golden locks, big boobs and
a clean shaven honey pot of gold, she is me.

She has my understanding; my love of life; a smile that
beckons me onward till tomorrow, lifts my spirit to soar.

She is the essence of love given to perfection as only God can create.

Her smile captured my heart from the first time I tasted
her lips.

Her eyes sought out herself in me.  Her notion of love
is wrapped around the heart strings of his soul.

He shares her spirit, her sense of adventure, her love of
those little things that bless them both.

Neither words nor deeds can contain the teenage like passion they express for each other.

With every step of her life she gives of herself to those who need.

Time stands by her as an ally against the turmoil of life.

She gives the little things that so makes me who I am as she walks softly through the gardens of my heart.

I watch her tanned body not ravaged by time beckon me toward the mirror of my life.

The taste of her lips on mine and the feel of her hands on my skin penetrate the manhood of my being.

I can no longer hold back the natural desires I have for her.

I watch the awakened rose buds of her breasts bloom for the touch of my tongue.

Her heart beats symmetrically with my own rhythm as a fiery flash overtakes us.

I taste all that is good with her and then enter into her own world as two becomes one.

I am transported within her essence of love to a higher plain that only women know.

Her likeness of myself keeps me safe as we move high mountain tops, deep valleys and the serenity that is the sea.

I feel the warmth of her release as she fills my mind with future memories of this night.

A gentile smile and that coy grin are cherished looks I will forever capture in my mind.

I am blessed for being in the essence of her love and honored she knows me best.  

 rb.