beauty and desire

Her skin, like finely woven silk,
A canvas for poets to seek inspiration.
Its coolness, a balm for the weary soul,
Each touch sending shivers down like bolts.
Her curves, like the crescent moon above,
A sight to behold, a masterful stroke.
Their softness, an invitation so rare,
A hidden treasure trove, waiting to be shared.
Her breasts rise and fall in rhythmic dance,
A sight that takes one's breath away, a chance.
To witness the beauty of nature's art,
A symphony of love, forever in our hearts.
Her hips sway with seductive grace,
A siren's call, impossible to erase.
The scent of her skin, intoxicating and sweet,
A fragrance that lingers, like a melody that's complete.
Her lips, full and lush, like ripe fruit on a vine,
A temptation too great, hard to define.
The color of roses, a perfect contrast,
A symbol of love, passion, and zest.