Smooth was her body moist soft curvy, some
call it art some call it sin. To look at a
master peace of a woman’s body is more
beautiful than gold.
She was dressed in black heels nothing else,
she had a smell of illuminating
strawberries, and her skin was like silk cloth
dancing on a sheet of water in perfect
harmony with each curve. Her feet were like
thirty carrots of gold; seductive and sexy her
legs were, like fiery sister tornadoes
throwing, burning, and vanishing everything
else that would appear beautiful.
Her breasts were tender as a rose but strong
as unhardened clay. Her lips were silky and
piousness as a snake. Her eyes were like
fire burning my soul my heart into agony.
Her hole body was like looking into the sun;
blinded by her beauty, not seeing
her black holes, not knowing if she were
good or evil. Just as the sun sins its heat
to the earth, she was sending me sexy
seductive and illuminating perfection,
warming every part of my body. This is
beauty, she can be your sun the closet thing
to your heart, or the moon a shadow of your
soul, or a star you cant have are a wish that
may come true. Beauty is tender and rare,
treat her and look at her tenderly for she is
precious sweet and tender to the soul.
