I love the long ,lean lingering look of her
Legs like twin silver birch trunks
delicately balancing her elegant,exotic body.
Her blue eyed humorous gaze rests on me.
How her inner being vibrates in subtle motion
like an unmowed meadow of poppies does
in a summer wind.
Her smile is the sun on a lawn of pure white daisies
her own self a tall stemmed flower
opening slowly to the sun
revealing her deep,deep center
Legs like twin silver birch trunks
delicately balancing her elegant,exotic body.
Her blue eyed humorous gaze rests on me.
How her inner being vibrates in subtle motion
like an unmowed meadow of poppies does
in a summer wind.
Her smile is the sun on a lawn of pure white daisies
her own self a tall stemmed flower
opening slowly to the sun
revealing her deep,deep center
How my heart sings 
It is rare to see so much motion waving out from a poem. Excellent exposition.
Thank you very much,Mike