Fine lady

* fine lady *
The girl is so fine
Matured like finest wine
Born in a year known
For fine women truly grown
Has breasts of paw paw not grape
Lucious full exotic and not fake
Legs extend from hips to ground
The journey followed is profound
The slightest curves and dips
Lead upward to where imagination rips
Her words entice and ignite
Thoughts of pure loving delight
A burning fire magnificent
To which you are constant attendant
Stoking fire of conversation
Opinions shared without reservation
A lady grown close in mind
With whom you wish to entwine.