Your landscape

How your hair drapes over the perfectly curved hills that are your shoulders. They waterfall downward and rest serenely over your bosom. The perfectly formed orbs that peer shyly, free of flaws, natural and pure, not drawing attention to themselves and yet I see them as nature’s perfection that lead to your private sanctuary. Guarded by your slender and petite waist. How the ocean waves seek to emulate the flawless curves of your body. Your perfect form appears to have been cast out of an angelic mold. Your thighs end the gorgeous journey and how sweetly they form. Strong and toned, yet in every way the epitome of femininity. Alas my lips will not journey through the wonderland that is your body. Someday perhaps, but not now. In this moment I only have my imagination to comfort me.