It was always her moles 
Which caught my eyes
Not her sensuous structure
Or her musical eyes

From the one on her tip of her nose
To those lurking between her breasts
Some adorning her curvaceous waist

 
But the day we met 
Lying bare
I discovered more her gems
One perched on her nipple 
Another around her aerola
As I descended 
To explore further 
I was in for a surprise 
Her derriere was embellished as well

But the priceless gem
Was the one concealed in her musky forests 
As I spread her legs
To her inhale her fragrance 
There she was
The queen of all moles 

What a woman she was
Of ecstatic thoughts 
And an ecstasy herself
A sensuous goddess.
©LR