What Beauty Is To Me
What beauty is to me
It's the walk of a young woman in heels
The swing and sway of her hips
The uncertainty of her steps
The vulnerability in her eyes
As she feels all the staring eyes
Devouring her beauty
There is nothing more charming
Than the little girl look in her eyes
As she enjoys the attention
But at the same time is uncomfortable
In the role of a seductress
What beauty is to me?
The sweet woman smell as she approaches
Nothing in the whole world
Either natural or manufactured
Can even come close to equaling
This overwhelming potion that says love
In no uncertain terms, the message comes at you
Loud and clear without a word being spoken
As males of the species
We are uncontrollable under her spell
What beauty to me?
Woman!
© Jack Ellison 2014
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