Her Curves

Like a labyrinth of beauty, her radiance shines.
Her body is a maze, and the traveler's your eyes.
Smooth soft skin, that's taught and fare.
A beautiful sin, to just sit and stare.
Long lengthy legs, bound to reach the sky,
attached to rounded hips, touching lovely thighs.
Lovely plump pink lips, expressive when she sighs.

Curves lay along her sides, beauty to the eyes.
Your eyes then take a smooth ride, if you dare do try.
Careful not to lose yourself, a woman has no end.
She's a never-ending journey, a senses best friend.
When God created woman, he made a masterpiece.
A beautiful work of art, if to even say the least.
When she allows her hair to fall and tousled down in curls.
Black, Blonde, Red, Brown a mystery always unfurls.
When she bats her eyes, when she flips her hair,
it's as if an angel tries, and flips with gentle care.

Some curves you caress softly, some you caress hard.
Some women are more gentle, others take charge.
Admire your view, there are many views to see.
Whichever u choose, choose with upmost glee.
And when you're allowed to touch, try to think of this.
You're taking a journey, a journey into beautiful abyss.