Stunning Damsel

Stunning Damsel

Gazing at this...
Long legged
Slim ankled
Tight breasted
Honey suckling
Smelling woman

With a skin
So smooth
Like buttermilk

I got weak at the knees
As I look at her smile
That glimmers and glows
On a countenance
Graced with dimpled
Cheeks and chin

My liver quivers
As I stare at that
Hour glass kinda curve
That could turn a holy man
To a sinner

The sight of her blonde hair
Knocked me
Three rungs down
On the evolutionary ladder

Like Adam on seeing Eve
For the first time
I became speechless

Having mustered enough courage
I mumbled something to this effect:
"Girl, if you were words on apage,
You would be what I call fine print..."