Her

The sultry scent of perfume on soft skin,

The fair hair the flows down her back and gathers at her waist.

She is the aphorism of beauty.

Her lips, so full and flushed red.

Her cheeks, soft, the subtle blush beams through fair, white flesh.

Legs, so elegant, she glides.

Fingers, slim, long nails perfectly painted a bright scarlet.

Red jewels outline the contours of her body,

Her neck laced with rubies and gold.

Her waist, perfectly sculpted, with the soft indent

Travelling south from her sternum, down as the valley through her chest,

Down her stomach and pools at her navel.

Small feet, with soft bridges.

Only fabrics of cashmere and silk  are worthy of touching her flesh.

Only fragrance of Chanel No. 5 for her skin.

Her teeth so white, snow melts in shame.

She is the epitome of perfection.

Every man lusts after her, they want her,

They want to lavish her with jewels, perfume, furs.

Women envy her. They want her soft skin,

They want her perfectly sculpted hair and body.

Her exquisite tastes.

 

Reviews

[nazia]

Wow. What a lovely way to describe the girl you love. She sounds beautiful and you sound a true romantic here. I like it. :)

[Chain of Hearts]

Like how you wrote this one ;)
Keep writing!
-LK

[Silent Wolf]

I love your details and the descriptions of this woman. She sounds so pretty. :) in the second line, the fourth word doesn't quite make sense. Otherwise, splendid!

I was going to write a book called "her" here soon. But it doesn't really relate to this poem very much.

[Jeremy Hiles]

wow, this was a very interesting poem! very good details and descriptions! Keep up the good work!