Crush: Hypot Ruiyers.... Poem by Daniel Paul

Pretty women wonder where her secret lies.
She's cute and built with a curvaceous frame....
This is where her secret lies...

It's in the reach of her arms, the span of her hips, the stride of her step, the curl of her lips...

It's the fire in her eyes, the flash of her teeth, the swing in her waist, and the joy in her feet that enslaves my attention whenever she walks in the room.....

There is a mystery in the arch of her back, the sun of her smile, the ride of her breasts, and the grace of her style...

My ever need for her presence is because of the click of her heels, the bend of her hair, and the softness of her palm during a handshake.....

My crush is a phenomenal woman with beauty dripping from her cheeks.....