His body is like a work of art,
his taste of tranquility sails onto my tongue.
His body is like a work of art,
his words danced around to the sweet songs that we sung.
His body is like a work of art,
frosted eyes that captured my soul,
a trance of lust overwhelms me.
His body is like a work of art,
hands that colonised my anatomy,
lips that make the ocean waves roll.
His body is like a work of art,
in which he rendered extreme emotion that embedded itself into my heart.
His body is a work of art.