The lovely lady Eleanor
A
pretty young woman
A
sweet dusky maiden
With
luscious skin the shade
Of
molten chocolate
With
an Exotic scent
That
makes your head spin
And
your pulse race
And
leaves you dizzy with delight
Her
sweet Angelic face,
Is
heavenly framed,
With
rich soft curls,
Shiny
like a raven’s wing
And
black as jet
Her
soulful eyes
Brown
like burnt sugar
Are
warm and inviting
With
a hypnotic quality
Her
exquisite nose is small
And
button like
The
perfect punctuation
For
her Demerara lips,
Which
are softly moist
And
have a constant smile
Playing
around them
And
when she unleashes
A
full-bodied beam
Her
whole face lights up
Bright
enough to dazzle a star
Making
her dark eyes
Seductively
beguile
Elegant
lady Eleanor
Gracile
like a cat
Playful
as a kitten
Unintentionally
coy
Unambiguously
sweet
Delicately
limbed
Lithe
and lissome
With
dainty hands and feet,
Small
like a child’s
She
holds her head high
With
assurance and confidence
On
her swan like neck
Which
sits symmetrically on
Sculptured
shoulders
Atop
a sleek slender frame
With
a tiny waist
And
narrow hips
Small
round buttocks
Almost
like a boys
And
her braless breasts
Small
and pert
Sit
in perfect parity,
Nipples
sensually erect
Unimaginably
she is
Unaware
of her allure
Oblivious
to her beauty
Skeptical
of any appeal
Incredibly
she doesn’t see
The
woman she has become
The
woman she has been
She
has come of age
And
is at ease with herself
She
is in no hurry
To
squander her innocence
Her
virginity will not be lost casually
Perhaps
the most wondrous thing
Is
that she will not recognize herself
From
my descriptions
She
will think it is a stranger
Which
all adds to the wonderful whole
That
is the lovely lady Eleanor
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