This one is for Salarzae. It was part of exercise on Creativity, while I was doing MBA, sponsored by my bank.
"Femme Fatale"
Each word that depicts beauty, charm, delicacy, splendour, poise and politeness is you. In you, I see a perfect, perfect woman. If the world has to be shown a role model of an enchantress queen, an icon of elegance, you stand more than being qualified.
Upon your arrival the whole serenity changes and an aura of personification of beauty is dawned on the people. Your charisma magnetizes the already mesmerized and spell-bound.
Your alluring personality fascinates me to the point of being fetish. The fragility and resplendence in you enthrall and entice me to the extreme.
You invigorate and intoxicate in me a sense of excellence in subordinating to you. Your charm implants in me a desire to explore the extraordinaire'. I would not hesitate to submit and surrender when the time comes.
Your ravishing and astoundingly innocent beauty generates in me a multiplier effect which ceases to culminate even after your departure.
Morally bound and culturally enchained, I cannot reach out to you each time the desire is there to enrapture and enjoy your elegance and gracefulness.
It is a treat watching you descenting from the car, your walking up to the office and moving papers.
You are a worshipper’s paradise. A poet’s pen picture of perfect beauty. A young man’s first crush, a retired general’s last love. A model girl’s envy, a photographer’s delight. A britisher’s sunshine, an orientalist’s moonlight. A musician’s grand finale, a match maker’s opening line.
I may like to add she really exists. The identity, however, would only be disclosed upon requests.