Perspective of the Beholders Eye
The stars are your maids and the sun, your veil.
You’re such a mirror of elegant reflection
where beauty peeps and marvels at itself.
Your body all round, always ask to be pet
all tissues sensually interlinked with mesmerizing excitements.
A hundred places resonating when one part is touched.
Boats of lovers, stay stuck in a dense stream of your beauty’s capture
your neck tenderly crafted and hands cutely neonatal
expressing feminine fragility in its finest
and such softness compelling
a rush of constant helping hands and curious minds
to create a zone pack full of dreamers and passionate wishers.
Elegance and sharp attractions
are dyes from extracted colours of Eden’s flowers
your voice is so peaceful and refining
that in your kingdom, there’s no rusty roof
your loose dress, shows off independence with the winds
presenting such limbs to be a masterpiece of affection’s fountains
blending to form a strong intensity so dangerous to men
and with those rolling eyes, powerfully discharging blips of admiration.
The open wings of your heart and your simplicity sum it all
as they fuel an aggressive mass movement
for nature to visit a therapist
to aid its creative power for the birth of more of your kind
to better the status of existence.
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