Unconventional.

oh baby the way you walk.
you bounce those hips back and forth,
you spring from one step to the next,
you work those legs like you're on a catwalk,
oh baby you're beautiful.

and your face.
oh your face.
brilliant green eyes.
that green deep dark green of an alligator's skin.
but not dull,
oh not at all,
brilliant.
that dark green has a spark.
like your soul is trying to fight it's way out of you.
a thin, elegant, christian nose.
small ears trapped under a mass of thick blonde locks,
pursed lips wrapped in blood red lipstick,
nobody cares if you smudged a little on your teeth,
cause baby you're beautiful.

oh baby that fine figure.
your greatness reflected in every inch of that 6'2 frame.
large firm breasts portruding from your chest,
and wider
wider
and your hips.
long smooth and perfectly aligned.
a great flawless sumptuous rump,
and narrower
narrower
those lightning legs,
striking the ground with every step,
cushioned only by those small feet with the painted toes.
oh baby you're beautiful.

and they don't see you the way I do.
they don't get it.
they don't understand.
they're they and I'm me.
you're the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen.

but I don't know why.