there she is the ideal the greatest creation ever
her womb just magical touching heaven
as no word from psalms or human designs ever could
and I worship her
her beauty and her brevity so fleeting
I sigh in awe
I cry when I am granted entrance
I feel as though
a kingdom has  been opened
a wish upon the first star has
been granted every time
the body woman
the perfect form
graces me eyes
with but a glimpse
and I have been granted
a few times
her majesty her warmth her charms
so how could I not praise or sing
about
how might I go without her
day to day
but hope and positive
thinking
or save enough memory
to get me
through any drought