Where does real beauty lie?
Is it in the colour of someone’s eye, or the shape and fullness of their breast?
Or, is it in their smile that lights up their face when they see something they love?
Is it in the shape of their arse that may ripple if spanked?
Or, is it in their kneeling, as they savour your caress?
Is it in an airbrushed image of perceived perfection?
Or, is it the reality of a deepening craving, simply to be with their one?
Is it in the shape of their beautiful moisture-laden lips?
Or, is it their desire to fulfil your every need?
All I know, is when I feel your presence with me,
I behold my chosen beauty.
For she, is you.
