The most beautiful women always seem so unattainable.
Low hanging fruit in reality her feminine wiles only lie in her curves.
We curve the goddesses we have to climb high above mother nature for.
Diamonds we have to brave fires for or the deepest oceans we have to plunge to get pearls.
What's wrong if she knows her worth?
What she can give you is worth more than the 5 minutes of sweating and heavy breathing.
She brings you purpose and reasoning, what flavor you lack she provides seasoning, season after season.
She is worth more than a mere moment, she is a lifetime of them.
She is one of one, above the collected many.
Virtuous in every form, but not by sight.
And some will come in her form but none will compare to her truly.
Because even the harlots want to be queens and revered.