Utter Perfection

Written by: Charles Clive

The way you sit and comb your hair, with languid strokes and shoulders bare; your gazing at the looking glass, reveals your pedigree and class. The way you walk with swaying hips, the way you kiss with melting lips. I love the way you come to bed; it’s in your smile. No words are said. And furthermore, as time goes by, no mists have melted from the eye. If truth be told, no ifs, no buts; it’s very clear - you drive me nuts! ~
For Michael's "The Perfect Woman" Competition by Charles Clive.