Her

She is the kind of girl men fall in love with.
She is the kind of girl who makes
women question their loyalties.
She is the girl with the softest hair
and the shapeliest thighs,
her smile begs attention,
and her eyes, god,
her eyes tell you all
you love and hate
and wish you could change about yourself.
And when she walks?
Well, she certainly does not walk.
She glides
like liquid-sexuality,
and her head does not
sit atop her neck as most do,
but floats, instead, above her shoulders,
as if a love song sways permanently
on her lips.
And her hips?
Her hips bend in perfection
and shame the most luxurious sensuality.
Yes, her beauty flows in waves,
and her words are deliberate,
and she listens,
and you are the most important
person
in the entire world.