Coral-black hair
plunging o'er his bold
shoulders,
lilac soft, nectar sweet lips:
which could be a flower moulder.

Dulcet whispers,
like a singing bird bed
And, after a smile
His beguiling, oyster-white teethset.

Two cinnamon-brown jewels melted onto snow
had the sparkle of 'Lueur d'espoir Petillante',
And a pair of his arched eyebrows which eased down gently,
to his black, beetle’s-leg eyelashes.

His dusky complexion would apprise me of
his never limiting sheen,
I just wish I get to visit this till the last blink of my eye:
A humanly divine paradise,
indeed.