Love Poem: Beautiful
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Written by: Julie Hill

Beautiful

How many of us hav truly held a beautiful woman.  The warmth of her skin bekons thoughts of soft sheets that comfort u on a crisp cool morning.  Her unconscious touch, the beautiful ballet dance we do throughout the nite have me dreaming of watching my first sunset.  But not comparable to 1,000 sunsets.  Her most basic and natural movements comparable to the miraculous beauty we wake up to everyday to find out we are here yet again to witness her movement.  The small of her waist, so soft, is so incomprehensible that any man truely knows how to hold sumthing so beautiful.  To kiss the sun seems more attainable, than this beautiful woman watching my first sunset.  But not comparible to a thousand.