When You're Most Beautiful to Me

I've studied your face, your form since the day I met you        
Enthralled and enchanted by how many ways you are beautiful        
       
Going back to the begining I think back to our introduction        
How I became smitten with that confident, sexy professional        
       
Fast forward a little to the magical times we spent in Paris        
Especially the late night you wore that red dress and literally shut down Le Metro      
   
Then there was the late afternoon on Padre Island        
Where spent I gazed into your sweaty face on the sandy dunes    
   
One of my favorites is that New Year's Day morning in the hot tub    
While you sipped champagne with fresh snow in your hair        
      
Of course there is always our wedding day with your hair in curls        
Capturing elegance and seduction with such delightful ease        
       
A perennial front runner is the day we hiked to the Sun Gate      
When the sun lit up your hair and face like an angel      
       
Let's not forget anytime you wear one of my shirts        
Especially when your henna hair is playful and messy        
       
But none of these compare to the beauty that is you        
When you lie beneath me and I make you climax        
       
It's the way you close your eyes and your face flushes        
Swept up in the waves of pleasure that rise and fall        
       
How you get all caught up in the feeling, the passion        
Mouth open, sexy lips pursed as you softly whimper        
       
Finally you reach that moment when the fireworks explode        
Shuddering body, gasping breath, and loud moans        
       
It is during these times that you take my breath away        
That my love is when you are the most beautiful to me