Force dimples upon her
Skin, rose pedal soft when
It blew she was lifted by the
Wind
You ever stopped and watched
The leaves fall to the ground,
Or relaxed your mind and
Listened to the wind and trees
Fool around
That sound......
Such a soothing melody....
When she struts you hear
It, Nature endures jealously
Freely she roams a rose picked
From her garden, to spread
Her gift of a walking wish
The ground begs for her
Pardon
Still in a natural state
Not one adjustment made,
Ones eyes would suggest
That purity was her name
Equipped with a heart
That held an even greater
Attraction, grains of kindness
Flows through her bodily stream
Of blood, in most cases her actions
Are saturated with love
Acts of random kindness is
A gorgeous trait, especially
When his strategy exceeds
One date
Being beautiful extends beyond
Her pretty face,
Or
That curvy trail desired followed
By her tiny waist,
Or
a nice firm shape in that
Area where she'd release what
She ate
Her Beauty comes from
within Sinking through
to her Skin,
Springing out in her scents
And passed on by the winds
Being beautiful is more
Then just a unique look,
You can't fall in love with
A story by just looking
At the cover of the book
Untamed beauty
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