If God created all things
Bright and beautiful, flowers blossom
Beautifully there is none so beautiful
As the beauty of a feminine temple
With soft and smooth hair
Skin that melts like chocolate, caramel in arms
With smooth voices that whispers
Lullabies into my ears, cloud nine
From head to toe, I am enchanted
Falling in love, each time, every time
With every curve, and contour moulded
Into position with perfection wants
To the eyes of the beholder, blessed and me too
Caught without word in gaze, admiration
Her eyes that looks back at me, with tease
From the shoulders journey
To the top front end of life's nourishment
To the back, slowly hitting the
Back end that lifts up with praise
Geography of poetic passion
Contours, of sculpture that stands
Down to the hips
The front low end, of flower's blossom
Drowned already suffocated
Enjoying being immersed, I
By all things beautiful
Before being hit with the
Legs, in flamingo, lets dance
What reluctant defense
Can I put up, I as a man
Born to be weakened and overpowered
By the feminine temple, life on earth
If God created all things
Bright and beautiful, flowers blossom
None so beautiful, as the beauty of a woman
Worshipped as a feminine temple
