A Beautiful Lady

Our eyes met, and not by chance,

From kind hearts a mutual glance,

I saw the wisdom of Solomon –

An oracle of things to come.

 

Her luscious lips opened to speak,

I gazed where mine might meet,

Sweet sounds filled the room

From her voice – love’s tune.

 

Long fair hair drapes her face,

Bouncing with flare every pace,

If I was the wind I would blow

To caress each tress so very slow.

 

Her curves, convex and concave,

Are a sight to behold and save;

I can imagine her so very snug

Within my arms – a loving hug.

 

A beautiful lady, a princess,

Full of life and nice happiness –

Such spoils could I aptly reap

With my heart, a gift to keep.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.