Lady Love

To finger trace, the purity of grace

Celebrate perfection, in still life pose

Natures finest, ultimate peach, damask red rose.

Tousled wild-wheat flaxen earthly hair

My stance a trance, as bronzed skin you bare

Heart beat rapid then tight, intoxicated by your halo-sight

A statuesque gossamer sheen, marbled renaissance gleam.

To entwine together whole. To share one soul

I pray today, be it your will, to join and be still

Share a stare, smile awhile, such bliss to kiss.

Just one brief fleeting touch,

Could it be… would it be…

Enough?