She Is A Book

Her body a chapter waiting to be explored.
Her smile an expression of words In silence.
I get lost In her eyes.
She is a climax waiting to happen.
Drawing me closer.
Her voice well spoken distinguished.
She is filled with stories of success and sorrow.
Waiting to be read.
A story I yearn to read.
A story I can smell.
Fresh new pages bound in a beautiful cover.
She is noticeably astounding.
I wish to hold her delicately.
Careful not to fold the pages.
She is a beauty of many pages.
Pages I wish to be lost in.

Date: 2008