Just as the stars lay sparkling in her eyes
so does the night's beauty shine
in her smile.
the moon's light dances in her hair and clings
to her like a perfume of
beauty;
radiance bathes her.

Grace falls on her
as she moves, caressing
my eyes with pure, elegant, perfection.
How can she be compared to anything?

Her legs,
waist, forming the perfect
curves
as they slide into her hips,
and what lies
between
such womanly accents.

oh, how I long to be there,
where she is.
how I long for her
secrets
and long to reveal mine to her in
full.

Nothing hidden,
nothing kept
away.

she does steal my heart with
glance from such
light, twinkling eyes
as they silently say,
"Come and get me"
they
lure
and I
want.

Oh how I long to be there,
where she is;
to share all our secrets
and to
be
one.

I wonder how you'll feel when you notice my accentuated curves,
How hard I'm working to atone for the distaste I had for my body.
How hard you'll sweat when you realize that the lust you thought I had was love.
Or the Downright rejection I had to endure to realize the problem isn't me.
I don't mind waiting on the bench for my spot on the playing field with you to be free.

Your body language waving me on; the way you are addressing me, is driving me crazy; hugging your curves, its turning me on. The ride; must be superb. Your profiler unheard, your concaves, suggest that your are blessed; anything less is absurd. Got my attention; standing attention; and savory every word. I hope my word-of-mouth; is the best thing you ever heard. Cause my words slipping off of the tip of your tongue; might be the slickest thing, they've ever rode. All eyes on you; such a lovely road. Best part about it; you broke the mold.

Across
mountain
peaks
like
the
spikes
of your
hair
my fingers
brush,
careening off
glaciers
and sliding
down hidden
slopes.
Curved and
crossed
as the bones
in your spine,
smooth
and
strong
like
the
gliding
wings
of
a hawk.
The tawny-colored
feathers
echoed
in each
iris.
A look,
haunting.
Chills
and
weightlessness
invade
my body
curled
next
to yours
in perfect
sync
to your
heartbeat.
Where
waterfalls
overflow
our emotions
capsizing
our lonely
individual
vessels
amid galaxies
colliding
each
other
on a
spiraling
journey
of
passion.
The heat.
Bronzer
than the
sun in
Summer.
My love.
My moon
and
my stars.
My one
and
only.
Just
two
out-there
planets
together
forever.
Undiscovered,
untarnished,
undefiled
by humanity.

A secret whisper
from
the
nebulas…

*I
   love
            you….

the belt around her waist,
mimicked your pale hands
forming an "o,"
while your fingertips meet.
though I told myself
my curves are as gorgeous
though your fingers never graced
anything thinner than my wrists
or the neck of your guitar
i felt my cheeks drain of blush
and replace with the color
of the grass
i rather lay in
than jog through
because the only sweat
i'd like to break
tastes like yours
and mine
and ours in a kiss
while your fingertips meet
around each one
of my *******
and inside me

The curve of her body was a poem in itself!

how much does it take to **** a man?
is it the curves of her body,
or the curves of her smile.

Pardon me O angelic being of female specimen but white feathers like cities of gold
seem to cover your arms of intricate starry mold,
Your scarlet lips,
were they by any chance stolen from the roses of the gardens of Heaven?
& adorned with the blush of cheek of the goddess Venus;
'Cause daughter of Eve, thou art a lush reincarnation of the Gospel of Jesus.

See this young lady I speak of, she represents something larger than life,
I mean, lions run through her hair
& rainbows borrow her complexion,
The civilizations beneath her skin
light their street lamps when those of this world have grown dim;
thus her diamond soul wears a glow shy of a firefly,
It's no wonder that diamond soul sounds like an ocean of fire,
A fire like the song of a thousand golden crowns.
& the way light obeys her curves,
Gravity pays respect, stone statues hold their breath,
like voices in the snow, they remain mute
For they fear they may utter a truth that she already knows.. but here I go.

You are beautiful.
In the very sense of the word,
see how your essence robs sense of these verbs!
Who'd imagine I'd find such exhilaration
just from uttering the 3 syllables of your first name;
from writing the six letters of your second,
No, don't start counting..
Let's just..
get lost in the moment.
& maybe hope to find ourselves
somewhere in the kaleidoscopical symmetry
of an angel's wings unfolding,
Refined by the sunset sketched fires
of our passions, keeping in mind,
that our each & every action
has an impact on a chosen fraction of the Universe;
Like how your butterfly kisses displace galaxies.

But then you put a finger to my lips & tell me to just hush..& get lost in the moment.