Broke the mould
The God's did their best days work, with you they broke the mould, they must of used their best bits then let the fates unfold
Using their prettiest eyes, they matched them with your smile, making sure you were gorgeous, it must of took a while
Finding you the softest skin, picking a choice of hair, finding you the biggest heart, then filling it with love and care
Sculpting every perfect curve, perfecting every line, slowly they designed the perfect dream girl, how I wish that she was mine
She is their greatest work, a gift sent down from way on high, when the God's looked at her for the first time, all they could do was sigh
Looking at perfection, they then sent you into my dreams, brighter than the brightest star at night, like a vision your beauty beams
Now a Goddess walks amongst us, but let the truth be told, when they made my dream girl, they simply broke the mould
THE KINKY POET