I have so long, so long entertained the thought;
Ideal woman, what have I really sought?
I reckon torn between milk and chocolate;
Similar to Jekyll and Hyde's fate.
For one: oriental, smooth and silky;
With a dash of cotton - frilly;
Nose so structured as her jaws and face,
Breasts, firm but gentle, trunk stretched to race.
Another: a hybrid of mosque and castle dwellers;
Whose stare can pierce like fiery lance.
Face, breasts and trunk constructed like the other;
But bushed, apparent at a glance.
But note that love is what is ultimate;
From which above must be commensurate.
18 September 2008
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