Woman
God made Woman perfectly
When her He did create;
Not one thing did He neglect
To please glad Man, her mate.
Hair seductive frames her head,
(Prettier than jewelled crown),
A fragrant veil of gossamer
Softer than the finest down.
Pools of mystery her eyes –
Limpid depths of wonderment –
Seeing all that life can shew
Yet calmly, wisely innocent;
And when they glow with tenderness,
Or in warm gladness sparkle bright,
They complement her lovely mouth
As stars enhance the velvet night.
Her lips are sweet as honeydew,
Her voice has magic in each tone.
A whip of love her darting tongue
Within its luscious, pearly home.
Exquisitely, her slender neck
Melts into the perfect slope
Of smooth shoulders and round arms.
Then revealed are all the charms
Of those hills of boundless hope
Surging forth, needless of check,
Her providential breasts.
Sources rich of endless comfort
Those peaked mounds of dear delight;
And comforting for Man to rest
Pillowed there throughout the night.
A miracle her slender waist
In such contours so defined;
He is favoured who may place
His arms around, and hold confined,
That splendid gracefulness.
Sheer delection are her thighs
Trembling to her lover’s touch;
Freely making sacrifice –
Of their blissful, hidden prize –
To that Man whose worth is such
As makes him worthy, in her eyes,
To share in her discoveries.
Slim, long legs of peerless beauty,
Tapering to feet as fair,
Help convince her happy mate
That nothing in the world’s so sweet
Or can with her compare.
God made Woman perfectly,
And he gave Man eyes to see;
And a heart, that he might prove
The matchless ecstasies of love.
