Desire

His body is more than a temple, it's a castle with glorious lights.

I wish you could see the true make of his charm.
It's majestic and spectral, which sets off my alarm.

His face, so enticing, I see in my dreams.
It's a mask painted well, so well that it gleams.

His hair is coarse; dark as can be.
I'm afraid it's too beautiful, too lovely for me.

His eyes are dim and sparkle in light.
They're so hypnotizing in a silent room late at night.

His nose is so perfect as well as precise.
It's magnificent to see, for it's remarkably concise.

His ears are so small and delicately placed.
I'm afraid they're too beautiful, too lovely to be replaced.

His lips are voluptuous and filled with warmth.
They hide the angelic breath of Gods sophisticated stealth.

His neck, of course, is simple and plain.
It's so gorgeous and kissable that it drives me insane.

His torso is firm and very pleasing when free.
I'm afraid it's too beautiful, too lovely for thee.

His waist and legs aren't just delightful, they're toxic.
Covered with silky smooth flesh that is dangerously erotic.

His feet, most certainly, are the best to be found.
They guide him across the less superior ground.

I wish I could explain this beauty that will never age.
All I know is, I crave it as it lures me out of my cage.

His body is more than a temple, it's a castle completely off limits to yours truly.