Come, sit by me
Heed my words.
"Thine eyes do beckon me, with laughing glances,
That do bestir my heart,
And inspire me to write sonnets to their fierce beauty.
Thy touch doth turn my bones to water,
As fire to ice,
And strips my senses of all but thee.
Oh those lips
That do entice with silent words and sultry smiles,
Burning into my soul.
Woman, I would touch thee
I would hold thee
I would kiss thee
I would love thee