A woman's body isn't square amazing grace, i do declare
It flows and weaves around itself as short as Halfling, high as Elf
As my lustful feelings grow the yearning hope that i may show
my love for it, the female form .. A giving spirit, a playful pawn
For truly lustful feelings know that they are one yet seem to show
themselves to be the greatest force fear not, they're not, it's love, of course.
My love for it, the female form Grows with every, waking dawn.
a poem from my book `woodwhispers` published on amazon.