All through the ages artists have struggled,
Poets have sought to recreate
The unknown essence in your eyes,
The one thing time can never erase.
Gentle nuance softly caressing,
Yielding to innocence,
Lost in your arms.
Playful obsession, teasing and tempting,
Giving and getting in equal repose.
Fortunate one to feast at your table,
To taste the champagne of your sweet supple lips.
Bathed in candlelight flickering softly
As feathery fingertips lightly caress.
Touching my soul in its deepest recesses,
Raising my body heat to fever pitch,
Teasing and pleasing til passion is sated,
Fires abate, only embers remain.
My sweet Juliet, Helen of Troy,
It was you taught Mona Lisa to smile.
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