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
Copyright © Chris Coleman | Year Posted 2018
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