The Perfect Woman
The Perfect Woman.
Beauty lies in eyes of the beholder
Her beautiful body makes me bolder
I can smell the exquisite scent of her French perfume as she lay her head on my shoulder
She whispers sweet words into my ears and i go gaga
When ever I kiss her soft cute lips,I feel better
Its amazing how she cat walks towards me as she calls me her lover
Her back side nicely curved like an art work of a master carver
Not forgetting her dimples which will force u to smile as she smiles
Black is beauty, but she is fair enough to be noticed from a thousand miles
Her teeth and eye balls are as white as snow
Men ask her for the secret to her beauty,but she doesn't really know
The sweet melody of her voice makes a wailing heart happy
Her radiant smooth skin is an inspiration to many
Such a beauty deserves a perfect man
Coz she is a perfect woman.
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