Her feet...
are like those of a fine china doll, delicate, fragile
Her legs...
are master carpenter's crowning achievement smooth, silky, curving
Her waist...
is like a coat crafted of the finest leather, soft, firm, warm
Her breasts...
are like bunches of grapes, round, supple, sweet to taste
Her hands...
are like swans in the early morning mist, long, slender, graceful
Her arms...
are like the nest of a bird, strong, safe, embracing
Her neck...
is like an ivory tower, magnificent, spiralling
Her lips...
are like ambrosia, the food of the gods
Her eyes...
are like the flames of a fire, inviting, captivating, hot
Her hair...
is like finely spun silk, shining, shimmering
Her touch...
is like that of a butterfly, soft, gentle
To be held by her is to be at peace.
To be wanted by her is to be complete.
About the Creator
Mark Lewis
Searching for my voice in this shiny, brand-new vocation called writing. I've been writing for years, but never solely as a writer. I was always writing for school or work, but now, I'm writing as my profession.
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