Beautiful Women

Nothing is more beautiful to me
Than first glance of women I see
It is in the way she touches her hair
And gives you that ever gentle stare
Hand on her hip as she walks and strays
Watching her hip move every which way
A warm smile a gentle embrace
Fixated on the contours of her face
Her hand cascades on her hair
As she passes me without a care
Captured in this moment so fine
Her beauty lasts in my memory for all time