Hidden curves, sumptuous coutoure…
Where men watch intentionally the ocean of beauty my body’s face wore…
As undying thirst reign in their veins for a grasp of this sweetness place…
Where at birthright I had rivers of unending beauty contours…
That brought open beauteous doors…
Of men reaching for my utmost endless touch…
Where I reign as endlessly such…
They beg for accrue of my undying body perfection…
Until love’s deepest bluest ocean…
Through a reflection of glass…
This contour that undyingly has…
…the perfected perfection of a truly must…
…that it be given such unending praise from the most undying handsome
face of this world’s plentiful place…