Masterpiece

She is beautiful,
 standing in front of the mirror looking at herself
 dissatisfied with what she sees,
but I see perfection. 

The way her hair flows covering her face self consciously,
she doesn't know how beautiful she is,
but she radiates light through her smile. 

The way her body curves like a winding road to my heart,
 A body that I can hold and squeeze
to bring me down to earth to remind me that I'm alive. 

Her beauty was the kind of beauty
 that is admired not lustfully but like a masterpiece,
As is if she was sculpted.
If her body was a basin Id drink
 from its forbidden fruits just to get closer to her. 

Just to tell her...

You are so beautiful