I Can Only Imagine When She Smiles

I can only imagine
What she's like.
She looks a bit high maintenance,
Maybe a little high priced.
Perhaps I'm just judging
And jumping to preconceived notions?
After all, I don't know her.
She has the cutest moles
On her otherwise unblemished skin.
I wonder about the rest of her
Covered by her clothes.
She's young and slender built
And with just the right amount of hips.
Beautifully proportioned
Like a priceless sculpture
On display in a museum.
Unmarried as far as I can tell
And maybe even unattatched.
I can only imagine and I wonder
As we make eye contact
When she smiles.