Aria Giovanni

Aria Giovanni's deep dark sparkling eyes,
Her taut, smooth, fleshy thighs,
Full and luscious, ample breast,
Which one mustn't fail to mention,

Voluptuous and full swept hips,
Matched in camber by the pout of her lips,
Divinely inspired body where they rest,
All these features command attention,

Long, flowing, raven black hair,
Sinful thoughts conveyed by her burning stare,
Nature starts to rise, artfully caressed,
Inspiring wants of carnal recreation,

Concentrated beauty, sumptuous, sublime,
Unearthly, celestial, unbound by time,
A beauty, with which so few are blessed,
Lost in her splendor, worth damnation,

A succulent fruit, rosy, ripe, and rare,
Not forbidden, just as sweet, too good to share,
Igniting desires in some to be obsessed,
A goddess come flesh, worthy of veneration,

Special, distinct, extraordinary, unique,
All these adjectives apply, though, weak,
Aria's magnificence, beyond what is professed,
She is a sexual icon for every generation.