In her mystery she bends light into
an array of beauty.
Coy, subtle curves that tantalize
bending in femininity.
In her beauty lies the mystery.
The case waiting to be solved.
Stories of lost love and love unfound.
And now her mysterious beauty bends
light from a distant place.
Yet I feel the light on my face and
soak it in. For there is mystery and beauty
here, and they are one and the same.
Her smooth face second to none,
the waves curve like her hips and
now I ride!