A Woman's Shape

A woman's shape




I love
A woman's shape.
Unique from head to toe.
Nothing like it.
Nothing to
compare.
Long
neck.
Shoulders wide and strong enough
able then to carry the whole world.
And with a heart so loving and true,
against a world so hard and cold.
Softness beyond description.
So nice to lose yourself in.
Arms that hold me tight.
Hands that caress,
through the night.
And the dark,
inner beauty deep inside,
giving forth new joyous life.
A blossoming, caring, nurturing,
mysterious hidden space, oh desire!
With curves that set the heart on fire.
And so artists draw, etch and paint,
while sculptors carve and chip
but none can ever match your
perfection, poise and grace.
Beauty defies description,
and yet we try
and yet we see
look stare
look long
at you