The warmth of your breath
and a brush of your lips.
The touch of your hand
and your sweet finger tips.

The smell of your perfume, 
the smell of your hair.
The sound of your voice
in the cool night time air.

The curve of your calf,
and your confident stride.
The soft subtle make up,
so deftly applied.

The sound of your laughter,
the smile on your face.
The elegant poise and
the effortless grace.

The glistening glint
in your sparkling eyes.
The touch of pure class,
you try hard to disguise.

But this poor humble man
oh so proudly admits
that his favourite is still
your magnificent tits.