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 lissom
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
Sceptical 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
recognise herself
From my descriptions
She will think it is a
stranger
Which all adds to the
wonderful whole
That is the lovely
lady Eleanor
