Clichés

All the clichés match that beautiful girl
Collarbone length hair  
Skin the color of a drop of milk in coffee 
Have you been close enough to realize the color of her eyes 
Have you been close enough to notice the little things like the sensual sway of her hips but the innocence of her lipstick coated lips 
Wish she came with fragile sign 
See the way her body curves 
You gotta handle her delicately
She can read your soul that's why she stares 
Enticed 
She gleams that glorious smile, the one that has grown on you 
In return she gets that sly smirk
Damn 
It's grown on her 
Wonder if those lips are as soft as they look 
Wonder what's behind the smile 
Wonder what's beneath that jagged surface 
Let her in 
She's a piece of art clearly