Discretion tells me I should turn my eyes away,
but with mouth agape I cannot help but gaze
upon the heart arresting beauty now before me.
Why does she not shy away or attempt to conceal
the ravishing bouquet of her all from my stare?
How could she not notice me just standing there?
Does she not see me or does she simply not care?
She's a vision sightless eyes would yearn to see,
a goddess beyond the scope of man's conception.
Her flowing sparkling auburn hair whispers
eloquently to her beauty in the warm breeze
occasionally hiding one of a huge pair of
opulent all to consuming brown eyes.
Her visually captivating voluptuous body
would anguish a master Renaissance artist
for no brush strokes or mixture of oils
could quite capture the essence of her design.
Those perfectly shaped succulent milky white...
Oh! Why does that accursed demon's tormenting ring
always awaken me just before I get to the best part.