With golden hair that shred diamonds
With eyes the perfect shape of almonds
With a gaze that holds the mystery of galaxies
With a scent that's no less than lavender leaves
With a smile that could light up the world
With teeth shining like expensive pearls
With a sun lit face brighter than a summer day
With a face cut like God has molded the clay
With skin so fresh like a young rose
With no error made from head to toes
With dimples deep like trap could be
With fingers perfect for an emerald ring
With each curve hugging her perfectly
What do you see?

A cheap toy to easily fiddle with?
Or a lame joke to giggle with?
A prize that you crave to win?
Or a blame for your tempting sin?
A new sight for your undressing gaze?
Or company...