How special is she...?

Every man knows, you can only have 3 women in your life (if your sister is one of them...um then you should see a shrink) - Your grandmother, your mother and of course that special someone you meet. Yup, that special person has a divine hold on your life, and no matter how astray you seem...you'll get back on track, if she's the right one! If you're a pot smoker...you smoke pot no more, if you take to the booze like a horny 14 year takes to 'Loslyf'...you booze no more (the horny 14 year old thing can stay - nothing wrong with being 14 and randy - i don't like that name 'Randy', reminds me of 'Home Improvement'...anyway that's another tale for another time). When you fall for someone, what do you do? You become all creative with romancing her...well there's something that beats any attempt in wooing that special someone, and that's a brutal description of her - not the naked type...the authored type! Here goes:

She looks at me with adulation in her eyes…when I look back, I see passion, I see a woman who stands by me through thick and thin. She’s my mistress of spice, she’s my goddess of love…she’s the person I want to spend the rest of my life with…she’s the love of my life!

When I touch her soft, caramel like skin, my finger tips tingle. When I run my hands through her flawless auburn hair…it feels like a mess of Thai silk dancing on my palm tops. I gaze into her alluring eyes and see my future, she’s so pretty…yet so simple. So beautiful…yet so innocent! Her lips are dressed in only the best, Strawberry Revlon she calls it. Her lips are so inviting to me…her lips are my home away from home and best of all her lips give room to a smile that makes me weak at my knees. At times I hear that four letter word that people find so hard to say… and the whisper of her voice when saying that phrase makes the hair on the back of my neck rise. I wish I could describe her fashion and the sexy way she poses but…the thought of it is too difficult for me to grasp, but if asked about her scent…it drizzles me like the fresh smell of rain on a summer’s morning. She’s a workout to my senses…from the way she smells and the way she puts on her make up, to the tone in her voice…she’s my fiancée!

Booyakasha - that's how you score (not the bedroom type of scoring)