Your chestnut-colored hair
Make me stand and stare
Your glitters of the brown eyes
Make me forget all the skies
Your lash
Grinds my heart to the mash
Your plump glamorous nose
Deserves an Eden rose
Your red cheeks
Hides a lot of pleasure and freaks
Your ears
Are waiting to what lover hears
Your thick lips
Rouge softly dips
Your perfect chin
Maintains composure within
To your juicy neck
I would buy the black pearls to deck
Your breasts
Have passed all my boy fantasy tests
In your arms
I could forget all scouring harms
From your palms
Flows cure oil of palms
Your belly me ties
Like tasty mother cherry pies
Your hips
Are better than in Shakira's video clips
Your impressive butt
Is shown by clever dress cut
Your tights
Look fantastic in the spot lights
Your legs are plateful
Enough to make me a fool
Your knees
Are oiled with ointment of summer honey of bubble bees
Your feet
You put in shiny high-heeled shoes discreet
I could continue describing your perfection
If you showed me a little bit of love action...