Perfection
Have you ever seen perfection?
Have you ever seen its face?
I have last night in revelation,
A perfect naked body without scar or trace.
I stared in astonishment,
Searching desperately for blemish or mar,
And to my utter amazement,
Believe me, I looked near and far.
From head to toe,
Not even one.
She was strong and muscular,
She was definitely built for fun.
I asked her how she did it,
How she defied gravity at thirty-six.
She said “I stay toned and fit”
What a night and interesting mix.
Her beautiful body glistened,
With the oil I deeply rubbed,
Her soft moans I did listen,
This job I truly loved.
Perfection was her birthright,
She was born to carry it.
Every pore of her was tight,
Stunned, shocked my lip I bit.
Have you ever seen perfection?
Have you ever seen its face?
I have last night in revelation,
A perfect naked body without scar or trace.
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