Beauty is in my woman's eyes.
I look, I glance,
I take in advance
To watch the sunsets rise.
Beauty are her lips
I kiss. Like a sea of red tulips,
Like a single folding wave;
Her lips seem to dance whilst they slave
Away
On a summer's day.
Beauty are my woman's *******
I touch, I caress.
Beauty is in her being -
Making love to her; whether its touching, kissing, finding, feeling.

©Jack Aylward
5th April 2004