my kind of woman…

her hair is open like the wild Ganges….
her mouth is soft like velvet and wet…
her eyes are a mystery to the observer in day light or in dark…
her long hands are like the stems of the jasmine….
her fingers are like vine they cling on to you…
her toes remind you of the pebbles near the ocean…
her hips are born to rule and swing you along..
her legs are fine like the stretch at the woods….

her body is yours for day and for night…
her soul remains untouched for today and forever….
this her is the she, who lives not by rules…
she lives in a land where she is her own muse…..

she is every women i know, she is the epitome of the earth below and the ruler of the blue skies above….
she s free like the wind, she flows like the river, she laughs like the rain and dances with the trees….
she lives in your heart..hear her close your eyes and hear her…..