All what is like round,
what ever is in curve,
make me allways touch the nerve.

It give me room for senses,
as my clear mind take a toll,
and I am very sold.

No matter if a painting,
a sculpture or a simple line,
it still make me to hail.

The nature of mine,
has just take over,
and nothing can safe me from that power.

All is so sensual,
as memory build up,
and excitement go sap.

but what is the the reason,
that can take the hold,
of senses mine so bold.

It is the memory in shadow,
the fascinating beauty of the nature old,
that need not even to be told.

It's all so round and smooth,
with curves that make the beauty,
and lost are feelings all of duty.

My fingers moves all over it,
trough waves so soft on level seven,
the hypnotic velvet in the Heaven.

Yes,it is the perfect art of nature,
the timeless beauty of the Woman's Body,
that make me sense almost Holy.