~ The Perfect Woman ~
Her hair is the sun,
With Venus in her eyes.
Sparkling orbs of promise,
Like finely polished arrows
That pierce my heart,
And circled with lashes,
Like unto the petals of a daisy.
Cascading locks of Angel gold
Tumble across her shoulders
Of finely hewn mahogany,
Enveloping her swan-like neck,
Wrapped in skin of the finest porcelain.
Her soft lips soothe my pain,
And are more refreshing than the morning dew.
Limbs are as the Willow,
Gently bending in the wind;
Bosoms,like two pure white canoodling doves
Announce her womanly presence is near,
And proudly displayed with consummate zest.
Her waist is cinched,like the stem on a champagne flute,
Which pronounces her curving hips,
Jutting,like gently rolling hills.
Statuesque legs,like pillars of marbled perfection,
Yet sleek,and graceful as an impala,
Pedestalled by delicate Cinderella feet
Of intricately carved ivory.