Your Beauty

Your Beauty Your beauty’s rank a birthright Each feature among the best From crown to sole a delight But a few exceed the rest Eyes even time enraptures So ageless within and through Each gilded iris captures A pale bloom with verdant hue As through parted crimson bows With breath swirling aquiver Your tongue’s nectar overflows The banks of passion’s river Like the din of storms replaced By two doves softly cooing Your bosom so soft and chaste Is shame’s welcome undoing Your hands gracefully holding One bejeweled with gleaming light Such precious dreams unfolding Their shimmering wings for flight Surrounded by shapely hips And with moist walls pulsating Your fertile lock licks its lips For the key it’s awaiting Every piece is perfection Every last part is divine Pure seductive confection Upon which the blessed dine