The Palace

Majestic golden hair blows surrounding a face fit for only the most beautiful of Greek goddesses.

Shape perfected, the hour glass moves with tranquility and grace.

Frivility emanates from deep blue eyes portraying a soul of zeal.

A smile, quiet soul provoking smile.

Muscular legs embrace a palace, not just a woman. Perfectly proportionate breasts affirm her beauty, dominant and confident.

Her neck in full display revealing toned shoulders fit for the arms of labor they hold.

This beauty stirs my soul and takes its time re-organizing my insides methodically.

Cocoons burst open revealing only more mystery: How could God bestow so much beauty on one woman?

My heart toils to find the key to the palace doors, but it is not found.

So my heart and soul will toil reforging such a key that is fit for the royalty it must be presented to.