In the land of beauty, there's a woman divine,
Whose every feature is a work of art, so fine,
Her eyes are like stars, twinkling bright,
A glint of mischief, a sparkle of light.

Her hair cascades down in golden waves,
A sight to behold, for all who gaze,
With every move, it sways and flows,
A sight to behold, like a blooming rose.

Her lips, a perfect cupid's bow,
Draw you in, and never let go,
A hint of smile, a dash of grace,
A sight so charming, it's hard to replace.

Her body, a sculptor's delight,
A perfect blend of curves and height,
A silhouette that makes angels sigh,
A sight so heavenly, it's hard to deny.

Her hands, so delicate and pure,
Like silk, they're soft to touch, for sure,
With every gesture, they tell a tale,
A sight so enchanting, it can never pale.

Her neck, so slender, yet so strong,
A thing of beauty, forever long,
Like a swan's, it's poised and refined,
A sight so elegant, it's hard to find.

Her belly, a wonderland of grace,
A curve so subtle, yet so full of space,
With every breath, it rises and falls,
A sight so alluring, it enthralls.

Her legs, a masterpiece of creation,
A sight so perfect, it defies imagination,
With every step, they glide and sway,
A sight so captivating, it takes breath away.

In the land of beauty, there's a woman divine,
Whose every feature is a work of art, so fine,
She's a sight to behold, a vision to treasure,
A true embodiment of grace and pleasure.
© Shristi