Easily seen in my eyes is the glaze
When on your perfect face I gaze
In your wake I am in a daze
My mind confused as lost in a maze.
Thou art the best of the Maker
Skin fresh as new bread from the baker
Body lithe as the form of a runner
With curves prophesying a potential pleasurer.
Thine eyes are but filled with innocence
Unaccustomed to sins of great consequence
Set afire when tempted by words full of nonsense
Taught by a mind filled with original sense.
When you dance you leave men drooling
As in a trance they don't know what they are doing
Even when with their wives, they keep on looking
until with a wifely slap their body starts cooling.
To me your mind is much more your beauty
Even though I don't nor can deny that you are so cutey
But my thoughts about you don't make me guilty
Because I, unlike many, see your pure beauty.
