Walks in majestic strides
Head raised so high
Nothing to hide
Her demeanor so excellent
Perfectly fly
Her stride is a walk of nature
Her dignity holds no barrier
All in one
I dare call her my quaver
Holding each anatomy in harmony
They dare echo the sweet serenade
When they whistle zoom
When shot through the bow
Heart beat replicates the tick tock sound
She is a hourglass judging my minute manoeuver
The best are kept at bay princess
Does the flower bloom deep in the forest?
And is garments always enslaved by your figure ?
Wild thoughts gallops my mental running amuck
I paint the perfect picture in my studio
Damn luck if I get this one right