Like a theme she would evolve
As a free bird as she may fall
diving into my firing heart
she moves naked and tall
softer and smoother than silk
No blemish on her body at all
Lips like roses in divine gravity
Soft chin rolls up like a ball
sweet cheeks tender as jelly
sensationally like a Barbie doll
The touch of her thrills me
Carrying passion like a fireball
Exploring her beauty with a kiss
Her hair spreading on the wall
Hands on her hips gripping slowly
Greedy spirits ready to crawl
Melting passion with her fire
She flows like the waterfall
Dissolving down into her glory
I lavish her complete and all
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Yeah we are flawed but think about those who want to be perfect.Well a woman's beauty is just so precious.The more you describe it the more perfect you wanna be. I wish I had a woman who could at least love me not even being perfect.
Ron