Framed antique,
Exquisitely decorated,
Gentle caress from one ear lobe to another,
Magic in mine words,
Trembling lips speak in a flow,
Mine woeful queen,

Your eyes glisten,
Your skin pales,
Your arm scarred,
Bruised are your legs,
Through posterity are you remembered,
Is that all you say?

Nay honey,
Your milky white skin,
Red ****** lips,
And curves arouse mine heart to flutter,
Thou shalt cry and wail,
But mine love will never fail,

Infinite bits merge,
A cluster of clouds thunder,
Down falls the rain in such grace,
Thine silhouette dances past me,
Mine blood rushes through mine veins swiftly,
Such divinity in one soul,

This creature,
A heavenly monster,
Haunts me in mine dreams and addicts me in mine sleep,
Alluring me senselessly,
A very high dose of that twitch lifting from the corner of your lips,
I feel on top of the world wanting so bad to see this artistry,

Finally viewing such grandeur,
Oh mine fair maiden !
The glory of thine beauty paralyzes me,
My body surrenders in your warmth,
Stranded together,
My flesh radiates intimacy.