No Perfection

Nothing compares to her exotic allure One glance brings an immediate desire Painfully close enough to feel a fire Each second burns when not beside her Ready for anything at a beckon moment Fresh and more than capable to own it Everybody knows she causes a friction Casting the light we want to be under The essence of what makes us want her Is this what perfection is only about On second thought, I know the reality No woman needs pressure of a pedestal