With your perfect sexy breasts,
Like two mountains of magnificent mammary,
And your eyes,
So round and full,
Like the full moon,
On those rare days when it is red,
And all of heaven blushes with her,
And your skin,
So smooth and soft like silk,
Richer and fuller than a mothers milk,
Your lips so soft and full,
Like the waves of the sea,
Slowly cresting,
As they follow the moon across the great oceans,
And where those waves part, the pearl white teeth,
Like ivory walled fortress cliffs in perfect symmetry,
And such hair,
Long and wavy with curls,
Like a waterfall cascading down,
And the ripples where it meets the water below,
In wave upon wave,
Soft,
Flowing,
And your body,
Curved like stone,
Cut by the wind through the desert,
Slowly carving out intricate shapes,
Yet perfectly smooth,
Without a crack or flaw,
In the perfect tones of the earth,
In all the things of this sphere,
I see your beauty,
Yet none can draw near,
To the verity,
I see your beauty,
Yet none can draw near,
To the verity,
Yet I would still love you,
Even if it were to see mar,
For what you do,
And who you are,
Is why I truly love my wife.
And who you are,
Is why I truly love my wife.
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