Gracious is the girl whose eyes look soulfully into your mind
None of her movements show elements of hurt, her motion so divine
Fluidity upon her sweet careful lips, who sip bottled wine

Her body creates a religion that no God could ever compare
A heavenly choir charms the clouds whenever she is bare
But every man she’s ever met could never take a slight glare

For her beauty was not created for mankind’s unsacred desire
Pleasure was not in her description unless you were to only admire
Heaven for the first man to witness the soul purifier

When she spoke, a certain note, came out like an angelic song
Her voice had a certain charm that switched every brain on
And upon a listen the girl’s noise could be heard from long

Her face was fabricated by the greatest artist of time
Chiseled in hedonism, during his limited prime
Every feature independent but beautiful in his mind

He worked on the slight curve of her hips for years
And molded her to perfection, stained with blood and tears
If Eve was flawless she was sheer