

"The Lovely Jeyn."
White as milk, the glimmering eyes,
And hair like fields of grain
Extending out to reach the skies
With skin as pure as rain.
Whose body, molded by the Gods,
No imperfection seen.
And draped in lace, is much the cause
Of many man's deep dreams.
No artificial interjection --
A perfect bust and middle section.
And legs so shaped, with seamless form
Do stand out well above the norm.
And hands like gentle potter's clay
Thus molded in their perfect way.
With nails pristine in perfect shape --
Neither too sharp, nor too agape.
Whose feet, immaculate in shoes,
A Goddess, any path she choose,
And leave those groveling in her wake.
Control on any path she takes.
But most of all, the lovely face,
Whose nose that curves with gentle grace,
And lips as luscious as the rain,
The red of rose --
The lovely Jeyn.
P.S J