Her Royal Fineness
Flesh so ripe for elegance to burst
the town is invaded by agents of lust.
A soaking chest with anti-depressing glands
no room to crash, she is a being of many soft lands.
She has made every other attractive lady feel like a mannequin
not the most voluptuous but one in a thousand and ten.
Is this where beauty has been receiving staggering loans?
how can a human exist without bones?
She spreads her legs on skin-tight and produces a rich geography
this sight alone makes men spill till they spell ‘sophie’
Every part of her comes with a distinct flare
to fully understand God’s creativity, one should hold her bare.
Since I touched her, my senses evolved
temptation to look sideways has since been dissolved.
I embraced her and my stomach digested dough
she held me and my consciousness went slow.
Her springing thighs give their covering a great value
walking the streets, gives men’s thirst an expensive menu.
Hips, mounted on sophisticated limbs to give a luscious framework
just seeing her on short skirts calls for the celebration of sweet luck.
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