When the lips meant to smile seduce..

To just a basic value men reduce...

When the feet walk and charm does produce...

And men walk to her and cry, "truce."

 

The eyes reflect a tinge, a sparkle,

And there she is around to dazzle,

Men find themselves in the maze n hassle,

Already building in the air new castle.

 

Her waist isn't thinnest but provocative,

She is herself the reflection of the creative,

Epitomizing the best narrative,

She is advanced beauty or perhaps the superlative.

 

Ballooning at bust, trimmed at butts,

She is an illusion raising ifs and buts,

Crafted maturely in all her cuts,

Designed to perfection, no question of whys and whats.

 

All queries come to a stand still when she is around,

Woven to absolute, she sounds always sound,

Doomed am I and like me others, all hell bound,

She makes us sigh, when she tiptoes on the ground.

 

Though she is cute, sweet and joyful,

Yet she is the one who is very watchful,

Carefully we tread to see her, still being careful,

She shakes us to surprise, she is stunningly beautiful.