Strange and complex is she who has my heart
If only she'd take my hand till death does us part

I'd lay her on a bed of fresh rose petals
And there as man and woman, we would settle

Her lips sweet and juicy like a freshly picked plum
Her kiss sweeter than the finest rum

Her sensual touch arouses my desire
and her enchanting look sets my heart on fire

A mere syllable of her alluring voice would bewitch a savage beast
She is an angel from heaven at the very least

Her fair skin soft to the touch as my hands trickle over her body
Her beautiful eyes shimmer and sparkle as if she were godly

Her sweet embrace is like a potent elixir
In her ears, sweet sonnets would I whisper

Now that all my feelings have been extrapolated
Its obvious that I am more than just infatuated

© Vincent Sapone 2002