She is covered in angel-skin
& her fragrance is of lilac.
I frolic playfully
in her open fields
& she yields
so willingly.

Whispering a siren's voice,
she hypnotizes me,
her taste of wildflower-honey
soothes my parched throat,
she emotes
pure love.

Her touch is dreamy,
I get lost in her grip,
her lips sizzle grace,
possesses a face
of rarest beauty
I kiss.

Pools of comfort
she does make
& I ache for her
constantly
to quench
my burning *****,
we are joined
at the hip.

You should see her,
Heaven from above
does exist
down
here on Earth.

O yes,
I confess
she is!