You have me seduced by just your words,
girl, reading these lines, corners of my frame
have come alive tingling; In my secret desire
I admired her whose body was poetry in
motion, but wondered how her mind be:
Now I see your mind is poetry pure, I don't
care to question the beauty sustaining it!
Baby, under saline suns, you in a figure-
hugging dress, yes, let's meet at some sandy
beach, and drunk of your verse mingling
with the breeze - I'll lick those lips that
utter such sublimity, and feel that beauty
on my skin that's capable of such poetry!