Flawless like the winter snow,
Breathless just to touch.
Delicate wind that softly blows,
Diamond that likes the rough.
Porcelain queen, curved and supple.
Snow white with a streak of fire.
A soft serene beauty so subtle,
Object built for worship and desire.
To hold is to be consumed,
Loss of self abreast this bliss.
Behold a statuesque muse,
Mystery impossible to resist.
~Ebony
