Love Song

My lovely lady of the lazy limbs,
The soft embrace and deep, devouring eyes -
You’d make each man a subject to your whims
And feel like light that on the water skims,
Unable to forget, how hard he tries -
My lovely lady of the brilliant eyes.

My lovely lady of the soft, sweet smile
That stirs my loins and has my cheeks aglow
With awestruck wonder at your poise and style,
Surprised delight that I’m to know that smile,
The prelude to your kisses, chaste and slow
And light at first – but soon no longer so.

My lovely lady of the raging fire
That grows and grows until the passion starts
To guide our hands, your flames our tongues inspire
And loins join loins to still our deep desire -
Your fire hurts and heals like Cupid’s darts
Consuming both our bodies and our hearts.