She floats into view like a butterfly
floats from bloom to bloom
Fliccks her hair back to reveal her rose
coloured lips and coy smile
That could melt any cold heart on a
With dark eyes that hypnotise and makes we
poor mortals want to drown in those deep dark pools
Enveloped in their warmth.
Her voice floats from her full mouth like
leaves blowing on the Autumn breeze
Or like the wings of a dove as it soars in
the light of a new moon
Her soft skin fresh as the morning dew
the fullnesss of her lips her dark
And those deep dark eyes the very essence
of woman kind.