There you are

Trying to fit yourself

Into perfection

But I like the way you are

Beautifully imperfect

The swaying breasts

Aching for lover's embrace

That curvaceous waist

Desiring to be bejeweled

Defined by those flappy thighs

And the moist dark wilderness

Of your being

Is nature

In ostentatious display

Why do you wish to fit yourself into perfection

My lady.

©LR