Her floral print lips are flying
Spinning through velvet air
Silent *** serenely smiling
Quiet lips and silky hair

The violent tint of passion
Contorts her tender thighs
Throes of ecstasy a fashion
Reflected in emerald eyes

Her tonic voice a suture
Her silken tongue a saint
My body wants to use her
My heart is growing faint

My eyes need to see her
My arms need her embrace
Her pale portrait is a picture
Of perfection that I cannot face