Perfection

Golden lights and sporadic flashes of imagined creation
The female form sways sultrily by
An ambiance of expectation hangs heavy in the air

Gorgeous deep eyes hide behind long lashes
Lone individuals are lost in pleasurable sighs
Her face of milk white complexion, beyond compare

Atop her graceful neck
Shines the face of a goddess imagined
None compare with her glorious existence

The hopes and dreams of the mass are wrecked
Her gaze rests upon the upturned countenances of her worshippers
She outweighs any glory they have previously beheld

Venus, goddess of love
You pale in comparison
To this woman of perfection

The depth of look in her eyes
Shows a character of mythological fiction
She created and contains perfect love

Lust is hers
With every fiber of mankind’s being
He longs to kiss the dust from whence she walked

Breasts round and perfect in shape
An entire history of fiction and truth cannot compare
They hang from a firm and pure chest

Unsoiled is she
Her presence makes her audience blush in shame
She turns and her hips and long hair sway slowly

As if time itself has slowed to worship her
A breath is caught in a thousand throats
And the hope of the mass is made new

For what can be
Oh woman, be as thou art
And entice us with your innate glory

You are incomparable
Perfection of perfection is yours
And we are ruined in humble and perfect adoration