This is the female form,
A divine nimbus exhales
from it from head to foot,
It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction,
I am drawn by its breathe
as if I were no more than a helpless vapor.
*
Walt Whitman

But the expression of a well-made man
appears not only in his face,
It is in his limbs and joints also,
it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists,
It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck,
the flex of his waist and knees,
You linger to see his back,
and the back of his neck and shoulder-side.
*
Walt Whitman

His cheeks are as a bed of spices,
as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies,
dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
His mouth is most sweet:
yea, he is altogether lovely.
*
Song of Solomon
chapter 5

Behold, thou art fair, my love;
behold, thou art fair;
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,
and thy speech is comely
Thy two breasts are like two young roes
which feed among the lilies
*
Song of Solomon
chapter 4

i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,
and the trembling -firm-smooth ness
*
ee cummings

The spirit likes to dress up like this:
ten fingers,
ten toes,

shoulders, and all the rest

Airy and shapeless thing,
it needs
the metaphor of the body
*
Mary Oliver

So much I gazed on beauty,
that my vision is replete with it.
Contours of the body. Red lips.
Voluptuous limbs.
Hair as if taken from greek statues;
always beautiful, even when uncombed,
and it falls, slightly, over white foreheads.
*
Constantine Cavafy

I need thy hands, O gentle wonder-child,
For they are moulded unto all repose;
Thy lips are frail,
And thou art cooler than an April rose;
*
Harold Monro

Got a hank o' hair and a piece o' bone
And made a walkin' talkin' Honeycomb
*
J.Rodgers

---the softness of your baby skin
like petals of a rose----

It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
*
Maya Angelou