There cannot always be wise words for every possible thing in the world - Anon

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On woman

An inquisitive child asked me
To define perfection. Lemme try-

Strokes as to a painting- curves in skin;
Sensing out a passion- artistic touch;
Spasms and convulsions- in thoughts;
Art knows no limit, neither does thoughts,
But heart does, perfection does.
Beautiful sex is perfection,
Yet much to this perfection.

Back from skin to clothes, to curves,
Back from hips and chests to eyes.
Back in a second to lustful desires-
To eyes- pool to quench the thirst.
A moment's thought-
If you fail to combine
Sex and woman, you fall in love.
Strokes fade, passion fails, spasms die-
Perfection and woman go together.

When you fall in love,
Try describing your woman,
Try painting your woman-
Art knows no limit,
Perfection does- your woman.