Soft is how I see these lines,
Sensual a neckline that pulse defines.
Rubbed the form of love allowing,
Round the orbs my eyes adoring.
Fine are the strands of auburn hair,
Fancy my chances of your tender care.
Coffee the aroma underlining grace,
Captivated by details spread across your face.
Bound by craving to hold your hand,
Begging that desire you could understand.
Melted in heart, like saint Catherine,
Meaningful hopes are that you'd be mine.
Drawn to you by art and the craft,
Deeper than a cavern down a pothole shaft.
Trials for a life without a heart,
Tested on solid foundations, a place to start.
Jumping down into the love of agile,