You are a sculpture of human beauty,
A gilded paragon of sexuality
The likes of which bring even gods to their knees,
Wailing and gnashing their teeth
At this affront, this mockery,
This proof of their own woeful inadequacy

You make trees strain to shade you,
And the sun blushes to bring light to your eyes
The winds gasp to cool you,
And the clouds shed tears at your paralyzing grace

You are shock and you are awe,
You are passion and you are fire,
And I long to be doused
In your everlasting flames