The Perfect one in Her
She is everything I could ever want in a woman,
I could go on and on about how I adore her.
Her moves are so elegant, smooth
seductive un-choreographed sequences of
gestures that are only amplified by
her beauty.
I could listen to her speak for an eternity
words spoken softly with such meaning
and strength behind them
Her heart and compassion are incomparable
only to be weighed against the love that a
mother has for their child
She will be dedicated to us, her eyes would
never wonder, her heart would never doubt
her soul would be completely and honestly
devoted to what we have
I think about her without end day and night
wondering and fantasizing about our time together
I plan year after year and save every cent .
For me she is the perfect woman, with the perfect eyes,
The perfect smile, the perfect size
no woman could ever compare to her
Time after time I find all other women lacking
In just the smallest of test, moving without grace
Their words pierce through me like
Screeching echoes of infinite annoyances,
Their skin flawed, their thinking beneath me
Often I find myself irritated in their presence
dismissing them without regards or compassion
For my only desire is for her
Passing the time in between with
short meaningless relations, Knowing
I would never let myself feel for them
the way I do for her
I make no secret of the love I have for her
And still foolishly they try to compare,
try to replace and try to become her
As I sit through another for the moment my mind drifts
And I see her, I love her, I want her,……………………….
There she goes again,
God I love her.