Her orchid eyes are glowing.
In flaming shades of blue.
So ardent is their blazing.
No well-turned word or phrasing describes their smilling, knowing in any way that's true.

Her voice is honey.
Singing she calls me to her side.
The words like gentle thunder.
Will draw me, pull me under as I am running.
Bringing the tender things I hide underneath.

Her form is like a craving in perfect, Perfect stone.
I stroke it with all the wonder.
My peerless, lovely plunder.
I am reeling, Starving.
To rest with her alone.

Her love is like deep water.
That flows from wooded glade.
A stream that's wide and rushing.
A swirling, dancing,gushing.
I feel my cheeks grows hotter within the glad cascade.🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥