Beauty between the sheets where once my lust ended with a ****** sleep,
My god we just meant and I know I’m not thinking with a humanizing member,
But with a heart that dictates the breath I need when I pray for what might come to be
  
Beauty I met at a barstool,
It didn’t take a dogma’s loyalty to put your leash on me,
The type of woman I’ve always feared,
An Achilles who could handle her heels

Beauty I met while we sipped on something stronger than wine,
When we crossed a line that only those who dare to chance being physically combined,
By sunrise I pray you will be mine

The kind of woman I need to keep me line
The kind of beauty my mind could never describe,
The kind of Woman a Shakespeare could never scribe,