Her orchid eyes are glowing
In flaming shades of blue,
So ardent is their blazing.
No phrase best describes their smiling,
In any way that’s true.
Her voice is honey
Singing, she calls me to her side,
The words like gentle thunder,
Will pull me under as I am running,
Bringing the tender things I hide underneath.
Her form is like a perfect carving, the perfect stone.
I stroke it with all the wonder,
My peerless, lovely plunder,
I am reeling, starving to rest with her alone.
Her love is like deep water
That flows from a wooden glade.
A stream that’s wide and rushing
A swirling, dancing, gushing.
I feel my cheeks grow hotter within the glad cascade.