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Alluring…. intoxicating blue eyes that ravage my soul and tear at my self control
How I tempt fate to look so deeply and ever expect escape complete or whole
Not with the sirens of old or man’s decadence so bold
has lust been such a danger to a man’s soul
Than with the beauty I have come to behold….
Skin so blush with life so warm and bright
What fool would not hunger to bathe in its light?
What artist would not stand in wonder of its sight?
How perfectly flesh caresses muscle and bone…
to create such luscious features no artist has ever known
Nor canvas has ever shown
No greater muse could ever be bestowed…
Nor has any woman caused such a creative flow…
Nor touched an artist so …
With this visage I know Pygmalion’s woes…
and pains!!
How deeply the emptiness and longing remains!!
With sparse hope the gods will grant a mortals desire
to fill such a visage with promethean fire, does his heart tire..
Only the trickster has made his presence known
With hair raven black has his work been shown?
What enchantments does she possess?
What may a man expect?
And what may he do?
To grasp perfection such as you… |
