Post by erinwoods on Aug 25, 2008 20:45:17 GMT -8
Your Beauty Defined
…………………………………………………………………..
You made me chuckle today…
I was amused by your naiveté,
When you spoke of your body’s
feminine essence…
A perfect example of your own
self image.
This seasoned lover has come
by his wisdom and appreciation…
Most honestly.
Life has found me walking…
Searching…
Many an endless path,
In search for a love that would match,
His heart and soul…
Snuggling, tightly…for a perfect fit.
You find the reflection of your
mirror flawed…
When you bless it with your presence,
The same reflection that fills my heart
and soul,
When passing through gazing eyes…
In awe of your beauty.
Sit precious woman,
And listen carefully…
In this man’s eyes,
A woman’s beauty comes from
the substance of her soul,
She reaches not her prime...
Until the fourth decade of her
time of earthly presence.
It takes that long…at the very least,
For the gracious affects of childbearing
years …
To shed its lissome affects upon
true womanly substance.
If a man is worth the weight
of his heart…
He knows true beauty cannot be
seen in a single glance,
Most often it can only be felt…
As his calloused hands softly touch
and follow,
The curvature of rounded hips…
Soft and succulent thighs…
Slightly aged and swollen belly…
Puffed to perfection…
Creating a soft place for him…
To rest his weary head.
He’ll read every scar and
stretched line...
That has set claim to her belly,
With caressing fingertips…
Followed by kisses from
beginning to end.
He’ll find his soul
bursting from within…
As he brushes his face
across and against breasts…
That have settled and matured
with age…
Soft enough now…
To follow perfectly,
The contour of his jawbone…
Before being submerged in
The cavity between his lips.
He’ll see the beauty of true
and real woman,
As the motion of her body...
Joins with the force of gravity,
Sanctifying the act of love making…
With every subtle bounce and jiggle,
Of titillating energy.
If you think for a moment…
This seasoned eye has not noticed,
Your every curve and fleshly
depression,
In harmony with your beauty…
Think again…
I’ve imagined the touch
of my skin,
Gliding over and across…
Every pour of your beauty…
In sensuous dance with my
Respectful…but lusting spirit.
Can you not see…
How true beauty is not
determined...
By what is seen ?
It can only be determined...
By living the journey that
Has sculptured you into…
The perfection of my dreams.
Erin Woods
…………………………………………………………………..
You made me chuckle today…
I was amused by your naiveté,
When you spoke of your body’s
feminine essence…
A perfect example of your own
self image.
This seasoned lover has come
by his wisdom and appreciation…
Most honestly.
Life has found me walking…
Searching…
Many an endless path,
In search for a love that would match,
His heart and soul…
Snuggling, tightly…for a perfect fit.
You find the reflection of your
mirror flawed…
When you bless it with your presence,
The same reflection that fills my heart
and soul,
When passing through gazing eyes…
In awe of your beauty.
Sit precious woman,
And listen carefully…
In this man’s eyes,
A woman’s beauty comes from
the substance of her soul,
She reaches not her prime...
Until the fourth decade of her
time of earthly presence.
It takes that long…at the very least,
For the gracious affects of childbearing
years …
To shed its lissome affects upon
true womanly substance.
If a man is worth the weight
of his heart…
He knows true beauty cannot be
seen in a single glance,
Most often it can only be felt…
As his calloused hands softly touch
and follow,
The curvature of rounded hips…
Soft and succulent thighs…
Slightly aged and swollen belly…
Puffed to perfection…
Creating a soft place for him…
To rest his weary head.
He’ll read every scar and
stretched line...
That has set claim to her belly,
With caressing fingertips…
Followed by kisses from
beginning to end.
He’ll find his soul
bursting from within…
As he brushes his face
across and against breasts…
That have settled and matured
with age…
Soft enough now…
To follow perfectly,
The contour of his jawbone…
Before being submerged in
The cavity between his lips.
He’ll see the beauty of true
and real woman,
As the motion of her body...
Joins with the force of gravity,
Sanctifying the act of love making…
With every subtle bounce and jiggle,
Of titillating energy.
If you think for a moment…
This seasoned eye has not noticed,
Your every curve and fleshly
depression,
In harmony with your beauty…
Think again…
I’ve imagined the touch
of my skin,
Gliding over and across…
Every pour of your beauty…
In sensuous dance with my
Respectful…but lusting spirit.
Can you not see…
How true beauty is not
determined...
By what is seen ?
It can only be determined...
By living the journey that
Has sculptured you into…
The perfection of my dreams.
Erin Woods
