The beauty of the eyes is priceless,
For it is He that I saw and still see.
Mind if I interrogate this being?
Never did I saw such raunchiness!
Are you a model?
I mumbled at the far right corner with my mouth dripping.
Jocular mind he possessed,
I glimpsed at he every second
For my myocardium throbs too swift to be focused.
Isn't it a surprise?
How could one ever be so dexterous?
As a being astonished by all his deeds
I ought for more of him
For he is too mischievous to be lone.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC
The beauty of the eyes is priceless,
For it is He that I saw and still see.
Mind if I interrogate this being?
Never did I saw such raunchiness!
Are you a model?
I mumbled at the far right corner with my mouth dripping.
Jocular mind he possessed,
I glimpsed at he every second
For my myocardium throbs too swift to be focused.
Isn't it a surprise?
How could one ever be so dexterous?
As a being astonished by all his deeds
I ought for more of him
For he is too mischievous to be lone.
The poem talks of a young lady who fell head over hills in love with a very handsome and attractive man as she first saw him. She questioned herself about his sexiness and how wise he was & became curious to know more about him.