You can't have them

You cant

They can make or mar you, and even unmake you 

In their smoothness they would make you a fool.

They trade in gossip with relish

But the almighty created them for good. 

They are so smooth 

Your eyes would poke

So full of hormone strings 

No wonder their mood swings 

Gifted with electrifying voices

Their beauty would transfix all your vices. 

But what's with the visceral attitude? 

The oil from their skin, are enough condiments for all time

Do not look beyond for beauty lies in their bosom

Even roses shrinks at their perfection 

All beauties combined droop before them

The most perfect creature

The most beautiful 

A certain woman…….