Your Beauty Defined
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You made me chuckle today…
I was amused by your naiveté
When you spoke of your body’s
Feminine essence…
A perfect example of your own
Self image.

This seasoned lover has come by
His wisdom and appreciation…
Honestly.
Life has found me walking…
Searching…many an endless
Path in search for a love that
Would match his heart and soul…
Snuggling tightly…for a perfect fit.

You find the reflection of your
Mirror flawed…when you bless
It with your presence…
The same reflection that fills
My heart and soul,
When passing through gazing
Eyes in awe of your beauty.

Sit precious woman…
And listen carefully…

In this man’s eyes,
A woman’s beauty comes from
The substance of her soul…
She reaches not her prime,
Until the fourth decade of her
Time of earthly presence…

It takes that long…at the very least,
For the gracious affects of childbearing
Years …to shed its lissome affects
Upon true womanly substance.

If a man is worth the weight
Of his heart…he knows true beauty
Cannot be seen in a single glance…
Most often it can only be felt…
As his calloused hands softly touch
And follow the curvature of rounded
Hips…soft and succulent thighs…
Slightly aged and swollen belly…
Puffed to perfection…creating
A soft place for him to rest his
Weary head.

He’ll read every scar and stretched
Line that has set claim to her belly,
With caressing fingertips…followed
By kisses from beginning to end.

He’ll find his sense
Bursting from within…
As he brushes his face
Across and against breasts
That have settled and matured
With age…soft enough now…
To follow the contour of
His jawbone perfectly…
Before being submerged in
The cavity between his lips.

He’ll see the beauty of true
And real woman…
As the motion of her body,
Joins with the force of gravity…
Sanctifying the act of love making…
With every subtle bounce and jiggle,
Of titillating energy.

If you think for a moment…
This seasoned eye has not
Noticed your every curve and
Fleshly depression in harmony
With your beauty…
Think again…

I’ve imagined the touch
Of my skin…gliding over
And across every pour of yours…
In sensuous dance with my
Respectful…but lusting spirit.

Can you not see…how
True beauty is not determined
By what is seen ?

It can only be determined
By living the journey that
Has sculptured you into
The perfection of my dreams.

Erin Woods