A Poem

[dr_phlip]

Number Twelve
You are Beautiful.
Your big sweet eyes relax
anyone who is caught in their gaze.
Your smile is imperfectly perfect,
hinting both adult sins
and childlike joy.

You are Beautiful.
Your body is sex defined,
curving in all the right places
and leaving men, not boys,
with only a wistful dream.

You are Beautiful.
Yes, your big, succulent breasts.
Yes, even your love handles
that I wish I could hold.
And yes,
especially yes,
that gorgeous, confused soul.
You are Beautiful.