What it would take

What would it take for her to love him?

On the surface, just level with the skin,
He must have wildcat eyes to catch her whim,
Shrouded in lashes of soot and shadow,
And some bad-boy stubble on the chin and jaw,
Warm shadows that make her fingers want to break the law.
His lips must be generous and lusty, oh,
Yes, generous with kisses and quick with grins
Implicitly inviting many pleasurable sins.

What would it take for her to love him?

His body must be strong
This woman, she cannot go wrong
By choosing a tightly-muscled chest,
Hot pillars of legs upon which to rest
Her laurel, her rose, her heat, her thorn.
He must be able to keep going once he sounds his horn.
Between chest and legs there must be solid manliness
That can withstand, and does invite, caress after burning caress.

What would it take for her to love him?

Beneath her waves, he must swim deep
His mind must work, he must his control keep.
His soul must shine through the densest fog,
He must be determined no matter how hard she may flog
His senses to insensibility, his passions to fury.
He must be a relentless adventurer, her glory
Demands no less. He must pursue her, full aught
Pursue her without letup until he is finally caught.

What would it take to love her?

He must command all the elements:
Earth is her silence, the language of her body trembling
Wind is her speech, sibilant whisper of her hair coming down
Water is her motion, her curves and sudden passions
Fire is her touch, she sets alight those who are worthy.

She is a goddess.
She needs a god.