I will liberate my longing lips
When leering at his lusty limbs,
Which labour with a lucid liveliness,
Limning his lineaments of loveliness.

I will optimise my owed orientation
With his overwhelming osculation,
Which obtains an outstanding outbreak
Of all amidst obedience and outrage.

I will vanish within my vanilla vesture
At the view of his voluntary venture,
Where he violates a variety of vicinity,
Vaunting of his veracious divinity.

I will elevate my encroaching entity
For the exhibition of his effigy
Enhanced with an exquisite elegance,
Embodying all of Eros’ excellence.

I will rupture my rational reason
For regretting rising into his region
When he wraps around me reverently,
Romanticizing his errors, but respectably.

I will shiver through my secondary skin
At the sound of his sonantal strings
That speaks with such simplicity,
Singing a song of symphony.