See how her face glows,
Like a star in the dark
Her smile flashes even with the lights out
Her dental,so well-formed
Whiter than a blank sheet of paper
She's a star
See how her full lips curve to bring out that bright smile
When she moves,
Oh, when she moves...!!
Hearts pound faster when she moves
See how her hips sway left and right when she moves
Ninety degrees (90°),ninety degrees (90°)
Necks turn when she moves
So innocent,her face looks
But still,when she moves...!!
Necks turn when she moves
Her voice,so sweet like the classic blues
Like a sweet-sweet Melody in mind it echoes
I have a long-held weakness for beauty,
And yes,
For her,am ready to offer my all
Oh, how I anxiously await her midnight call
My friends and family,my love for her is known to all

Weakness for beauty
See how she paces up the hill...
Up the hill,she races faster than a stallion
Her sound so quiet like a thief in the night
Her curves,so well-placed
Obviously, the intention of her maker was perfection
She is a Picasso
A Picasso that moves
When she moves,many wish they could have a hold of her
Many wish they could own her
But she comes at a price,a price quite pricey
So pricey that their wish to own her remains only a dream
A dream they don't soon hope to fulfill
And oh yes,the satisfaction of knowing that she's mine...
I haven't gotten used to
When I step on that pedal,trying to reach for the limit...
It still makes my blood rush
Yes,I admit,
I have a weakness for beauty

(29/8/2021)