Her Poem by Dan Brown

She’s sheer sex.
Her body of smooth curves and flowing
lines.
Her eyes sparkle at me, making me want her.
Her mouth entrances me. It
seems lost for an emotion to portray.
Caught between a snarl and sexy
smile.
My eyes flow over her, and fix on her rear.
A sight of pure
Beauty.
Firm.
Curvaceous.
Smooth.
Every man’s
Dream.
Even her ears have been crafted by
God.
Perfectly formed and complimentary to
the rest of her.
I’d like to lift the lid and examine her particulars,
Her statistics excite me as it is.
But I don’t know what I’m doing in that area.
She’s way out of my
League.

But I fall in love
when he starts the engine.