This thing about beauty

So engrossed and so busy,
that I slip into daydreams,
often, while contemplating,
at the beauty of this world.

Beauty can blind,
catches eye and then binds,
that you step first on moon,
while your feet on clouds, you wont be able to mind.

Like stray kites,
the mind waves,
when someone's beauty,
this polite path paves.

Take these girls as an example,
who take my imagination so far,
with their crafted flauntable bodies,
poise of a lioness,
delicacy of a flower.

What's this magic charm,
that overshadows logic often,
be it enemy to sanity,
hard rocks of lust, it softens.