My beau’s eyes are pins on an atlas
To all the places I’d like to go
Andorra, Saint Lucia, Underwater Atlantis
Colombia, Christmas Island, New Mexico
His body is a masterpiece
Just thinking of it makes me want to shout
I have never seen a more exquisite centerpiece
As when he sits on the table with flowers in his mouth
To describe his kisses is a foolish thing to do
There are not enough words to express
How the taste of his tongue as sweet as honey dew
Are enough to make the soul undress
And yet, with all these things considered, I know he is not The One
For him I feel a thousand feelings, but not one of them is love.