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Beauty
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I have been aware of this very beautiful woman
for quite a few years.
Her skin has the look of fine porcelain
a translucent shade of white and with
the look of fine textured silk.
Her legs are long and elegant
no matter if they are naked
or adorned with stockings.
Her breasts are perfection in shape and size
topped with succulent nipples just asking
to be caressed lovingly.
Her lips are sensuous and full
just begging to be kissed
oh so softly.
Her eyes are the entrance to her soul and
in their relfection one can see the depth
of intelligence that just draws you in.
Her fiery red hair, whether pulled back
in a bun, a pony-tail or hanging free
entices you to run your hands through it.
Combining all these attributes into one body
results in the most beautiful woman in the world.
So to this world I name her "Shanna".
Her intelligence, sexiness and girl next door attitude
all combine to make her the Most Beautiful Woman in the World.
Shanna, I consider you a Friend.
May all your dreams and wishes come true.
With every line of this poem one becomes more and more convinced ~ This guy's mad about the girl.