It is not in her eyes

It is not her eyes

.

It is not her eyes

Shining, wide, innocent.

Nor her sculpted cheekbones

or the perfect crescent

of her smile.

.

It is not her body

Shapely, soft, elegant.

Nor her breathtaking curves

or the pure paradise

of her skin.

.

It is not her mind

Clever, sweet, eloquent.

Nor her generous heart

or the brave submissive

in her soul.

.

It is something

beyond knowing.

A deep attraction

of joy

of wonder

and awe.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Wiliiam Oxer