One Special One

When I stroke that hair; That hair that cascades like the waterfalls, my spirit is revived. When I kiss those tender lips that spread across her face; Very attractive like the rainbow, I feel unequaled like no other man. The beams of her face remind me of the archaic smile. Her head down to her toes depict the Venus of Willendorf: Meaning she is a complete woman. The sound of her voice moves deep into my soul, And spreads all over my body Bringing me a sort of inestimable joy. Each time she says my name as her tongue roles slightly, The sort of exultation she injects into me Is usually enough to pull down the heavens. The touch of her soft palm makes me forget my weaknesses. Those feet of hers drive me crazy. The embrace of her arms gives me affection to perfection. I have been a wanderer, In her I find perfect love And will look further no more. I hereby say: Love moves in several directions But it certainly gets to its destination Where no one, not even the person himself can bounce it back.