Venturous virtues all lined
up in the secrets of sheets

The blush of skin under the
guidance of two loving eyes

Lips that are made of wine,
a full glass of desire longed a taste

As a plump plum shakes at
hand, squeezed by two hands

I await in such a debated breath,
arguing with myself of what I want more

In a bliss of that dream,
it feels soft to the very touch my
eyes have set upon you:

Truth be told,
I've always wanted you.