The shine that beams from thy eye’s gleam,
The art portrayed within thy heart’s cache,
The minty tastes glint upon in our foreplay,
Thine angel wings, baneful, yet, merrily deemed,
“The needless rue she dost undo doth bestill for days”
Oh, the anxious shudders, fractious butterfly flutters,
The height of bliss when ignite by thy kiss
They are the unneurotic stitch to mine minds dehisce
“My will, it hinges on every sound she utters “