Perfect tone and build - physical prowess;
my sky opens to harbor gusts from your storm.
Next time I meet your fate, 
I will not waste an instant with playful jousts.

grab and cup the head of hair
twist and tilt so lips meet square
lick and learn each ridge of mouth
place moist on hard, from way south
rock with rhythm 'til mornings dew
in night dreams I pray for one day's true 

Your skin and hair frame a fit, too wondrous 
an apparition for mine eyes to resist.
This craze that swells in each our souls,
I save for you, no quick release unto another.

sink and swim in words meant to disarm
thoughts carve lust, stemmed from charm
thrust and push one body to the wall
flying high in ecstasy, no care to fall 
all I taste is warm and golden sweet 
another sun must pass again, so we meet 

my sky opens to harbor gusts from your storm
this craze that swells in each our souls