You Are Perfect

Write about a man's and/or a woman's physique in a positive way, explaining how they are beautiful.
Or write about how society judges people based on apperance either one is fine

- can be either non fiction ( about yourself) or observational ( about others)
- only 1 entry
- I don't want any gender bashing or jokes about this it has to be a serious poem

Please be serious but positve, thank you and God bless . ~ MsRockyJackson

Sway of Your Hips

Her undulations are all together rhythmic and unpredictable at the same time
Men see her gentle sway and get lost in thoughts of passion and mystery
For they know her waves bring promises of things unknown and pleasure unbound
Her taste is primal and bittersweet
Refreshing and intoxicating
I would gladly surrender to her
 
We were born in her
Some say evolved from her
She dominates by her very presence
Because she is essential to our joy
Our fulfillment
Our life
 
The body one moment soft and warm
With ripples that reflect her sun kissed skin
But then stirred to the point where she is granite
Hardened in frosty despair still reflecting the sun but yielding none of it's warmth
Yet I still yearn for her
She is my lover
And when she calls I gladly heed the sounds of her moans and whispers
For once again I will drown in her
Only to find new life and meaning in the sunset off the horizon

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My full back tattoo for mi brujita, Lena

Have you heard the story about the Saddest lovers triangle
The rock had fallen inlove with the scissors’ fine shaped body
Made the rock want to cut away her curves and become more “perfect”
But with every touch, the rock bent the scissors…
So she loved her from the bottom of her soft heart

The rock did not like the paper
For the paper was too soft for the rock
The paper reminded the rock of how soft her own heart was
So she kept her distance from her
And her smothering love.

The paper wanted to be more like the rock.
Big, strong and more confident in herself
But every time the paper got close to the rock
The rock turned a cold shoulder
And it tore the little papers heart.
The paper cried and made herself even more weak.

The scissors loved that about the paper,
The fact that she could be free with her feelings
For the scissors was cold and sharp
Anything that decided to get close to her got hurt
And the only other thing that did get close to her without getting hurt
Was the rock, but she was getting hurt herself.
The scissors loved the paper so much
All she ever wanted to do was hug the paper
But every time she did, she scared the paper more and more
So she ceased to pursue her love.
“If only I were a little more blunt,” She said.

Each of the 3 was hurting on the inside
For they couldn’t love who they wanted to love
And they hated their own bodies.
What they didn’t realize was that someone loved them ever so dearly
And if they changed any aspect of themselves
They wouldn’t be that beautiful Creation
That others love about them.
They would cease to be who they are…

No Fool




A beauty similar but not alike
A rose in a field of lilies
An air of uniqueness flows around you
A jewel of immaculate power and prowess
That shines and entices bending resolutions
Even from the strongest of men
A gift from the God’s
With luscious lips and swaying hips to
Speak of the ferocity of your womanhood
I bow in homage and appreciation
I worship your powers
Your acknowledgements intrigue me
I feel unworthy of your gifts
I am just a man but
I am no fool to rebuff
These most precious gifts
Diamonds like these
I will not discard  

These Hands

the hands of the clock
ages her
but my hands
engages her
our hands are a gift from
a higher power
we can lift one another
every minute, every hour
I pull her closer
with eagerness
she pushes me away
so feverish
I catch her when she faints
my hands were made
to catch the rain
I will never put my hands
to her face
these hands hold fire
but only in the fireplace
hands say hello
hands can make friends
some hands will never know
the price of perfection
my hands, her heart
I hold her dear
these hands are made
to catch the rain
not to catch her tears
these hands,
these hands,
belong around her waist
these hands hold fire
but only in the fireplace

Lips like wine sweet to taste
Eyes like diamonds that sparkle in the light
Hair that falls like straw past her neck
Shoulders that carry the weight of the world
Breast that are supple firm like pillows
Her stomach smooth, soft like silk
Her fingers long like branches of a tree
Her hips curved ohh so perfectly
Her thighs tight, yet thick perfect begging to be kissed.

She is woman, she is pride, she is a vision in my eyes.she is mother, she is child.
She is perfection despite her size. What one calls fat, I call perfect. What one might snicker at I embrace.

Take the time to see with more then just your eyes, it is then you realize perfection is more then a size, it's more then a color, it's more then a gender.... it just is.

The View
The view of you as you climbed onto the bed
Aroused me
Slightly bent over your ass looked so inviting
I looked longingly at you as my body reacted
Time stopped as the vision of you filled my thoughts
I so wanted to touch you, but I just looked and savoured the moment
"You look amazing"
"I only took a shower"
"You look amazing, just looking makes me feel horny as hell"
She turned to face me  
"So I see, come over here and take as much time as I need"

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youare the quintessential
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darkhair
darkeyes
dirtythoughts
nodisguise


iam unequivocal
amerikanmuscle
darkmoods
darksmiles
dirtythoughts
ironwrought
youare absolute
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perfectbody
dirtymind
allthetime
perfectly
itall makesme
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His Smile

The Way you smile tells it all,
This isn't Just a Fling,
Baby it's just you and Me,
Your Smile,
Your Laugh.
The Scars on your Wrists,
And your Broken Heart.
Your Perfection.
The way you get Angry when my dad says something,
or Upset when I cry,
Your Looks don't make you Perfect.
Your Personality Does.
I wouldn't Trade it For Anything in this World,
Because Everything about you Is Perfect.
From the Scars on your Arms,
To the Cracks in your Heart.
Your Perfection.

Wet Vagina.

Your dirty sweat,
It is my best scent.

Your plump butt,
Is a wet cave hut.

Lying on that fat,
I hate when is thin.

Call me a freak,
Call me a strange,

I like to lie down,
on something soft.

Call me a freak,
But i hate it thin,

I do not want to feel
Your bones on me.

Let me rip that bra,
And suck your big boobs.

Everyday i dream about,
Your fat body on me,

Call me a freak yeah
Call me a freak more yeah

But the feeling,
Of a super wet vagina,

Vacuuming in her wet lips
My dick, is what i want.

Eyes scan this enchanted  world where your silhouette rests, your beauty and enigmatic charm boundless to the eyes of a stranger - but to me - your faithful and enduring lover, the impact of your being hits me like a raw harshness subtly softened by the hush and magic of your voice - a record that plays endlessly on repeat , a calming harmony, drawing me away   from the delicate world that i am now imprisoned within - all the destruction that occurs

I myself, am a fine lover of the arts - however a masterpiece strung up on those hollow walls can never distract from your outstanding beauty - eyes as green as natures hue - brilliant greens, freshly roaming innocently upon my face - I'm so in love with you  

"Booty Camp"

I have met the most perfect lady  
My eyes are in shock and my heart is on hold  
Though to her my thoughts are better left untold  
Cause I don't think she'll go for my rolled middle fold  
 
It's too bad because I'd do anything  
To be the man she'd love and the one she'd hold  
The fire in my eyes burns off this old blindfold  
And the one burning in my heart makes ashes of the cold.  
 
Her personality is just right  
Her face is the fairest since the time of Snow White  
Everything about her is everything I like  
My Lord she's got a body that is way outta sight!  
 
Muscular legs so firm and so fine
Tight with smooth curves that make exercise divine  
Every inch of me aching to hook-up with her
Every inch of her makes this hungry lion purr
 
She smiled at me and I fell for her  
I nearly peed my pants right there on the spot  
She has inner fire that makes my muscles hot  
While we push up and down I got what I don't get a lot  
 
Her energy makes my heart beat fast  
The girl of my dreams is awake with me at last  
I was overwhelmed sweating with this pretty lass  
I think it's time I lost a few pounds off my ass!    
___________
(jj johnson)

Well  written

Blue-Eyed Moonshine:

I love the sun as it vanishes along the horizon,
leaving a memory to recapture tomorrow.
Much like his sorrow...
which captures my heart like the coolness of the moon.

When soft-spoken words unravel the first night's star, I am captured by the beauty of the fading twilight,
the darkness that lurks within his blue, sparkling eyes.

that wonderful place

she stood in front of her mirror, and glanced apone the stars
watching,hoping,wanting to belonge.
she wanted to exist in a life were she was needed and loved.
she wanted to feel that exitment, that beliefe in life.
knowing that she was not forgoten.
like a summery day on the beach.
but that feeling she can not reach.
smiles drown frowns flow
nothing in all she will ever no.
but eye to eye and race to face.
wich,were, can she find that beautiful place.
her soul felt it was fading from this world, she felt tears fall
down her cheek. she tried to lose herself in her toughts
but was only brought back to reminder of the pain..
her strain..
what shell never gain...
never feeling that hopefulnes that pride
she wished to just vanish..but still wanting to belnge to the world that
was not hers.
shes  so delicated she didnt notice herself bleed
ears eating at  the words they feed.
she stood in front of her mirror, she glanced apone the stars
watching,hoping,wanting to find a place ..
a place were she can finally belonge...
her unlyriced song..
like a hot summer day taking a walk on the beach
told she was beautiful the words that you preach..
the anger danced in her soul like a ballet
swollowing heart and waering nothing on her sleeve.
She falls silently
freely
helplessly you see..
eyes were mirrors of lost hopes and dreams
this was normal on this casual day.
smiles drown frowns will flow
nothing in all she will ever no.
but eye to eye and race to face.
wich,were, can she find that wonderful place????

-kumiko yamamoto



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