She was sheer beauty,
in its purest form,
as graceful as a swan,
she floated on gossamer air.

Her gorgeous thick hair
sprawled magnificently
onto her delicate shoulders.

She was well endowed
with feminine-nicities,
certainly from the sacred above,
as peaceful as a white dove.

And she had the prettiest strawberry patch,
the tasty kind men fight & die for.
She makes me lovesick.....so hungry.