It’s a near duty
Beholding beauty,
This navel so bold
Of notable splendor,
A circular wonder
Enchanting this knot,
Be nature’s creation,
Alleged be assembled
A deliberate baffle,
Or should you insist
An abyss gone amiss…
I can but confess
The lady is blessed,
And fortune abides
Exposing with pride,
A mesmeric grin
And abdominal bide,
With all of the flair
Courage will bare,
To show ye therein
Her navel of beauty
Be not just a knot,
But rather a pearl
In the mist of a kiss,
Inlayed on the swirl
Of a velvety curl,
This umbilicus bliss!