The 8th Wonder of The World

The warmth that greets the cockles of your heart.
The joy from within, that makes you beam with smile.
The thrill that tends to pull your trigger, at the sight of your target;
Beyond words are the expressions of your delight,
At the presence of the object of your fascination.

Like cologne, they carry their own aura.
Their oestrogen zone overshadows multiple testosterone.
Their presence puts us at our best, unconsciously trying to impress.
We barely compete in looks, until a lady arrives the scene.
Oh woman! Beauty, Brain and Character...
The 8th wonder of the world.

Thou frail creature, yet potentially magnanimous,
Thou art a crown unto thy man-
Thy Bermuda eyes magnetizes men towards thee-
Thy lustrous lips, whisper echoes of inspiration, love and strength-
In thy touch, flows electrodes that cripple the spine-
Thy twin tower, overpowers the 6th sense:
Thy asset, a wonder...
And in thy honeypot, lies pleasures untold