My Living Jewel

This poem is about my Wife and how beautiful I find her body when we are alone at night x

I run my fingers through her strands of woven jet,
I gaze into those lust-filled emeralds,
Her ruby lips part into a smile,
Where a thousand diamonds sparkle,
I glide my hands over the quartz,
The the Gods had carefully molded into her perfect body,
Added 2 peaks of it's cousin, quartz rose,
That I now lavish with my tongue,
Finally I reach my target,
A pearl,
I dart my tongue out and taste it,
My living jewel shatters