Dear One

I gulp a flame of desire At the sight of your ecclesiastical attire Being proxy for a pacifier That elicits a comfort for my quagmire Your smile, your smile A sun in a darkened profile A moon that illuminates the eventide. Oh lily of the while You let your movement twist my writing style And your utterances, parch my bile Your cheek, Comely and with a perfect sleek It brings forth my devotion like to a holy week My arteries gape and tweak... When your eyes greet my eyes in streak And I feel your eyes can unbend an oblique When you call my name, l inhale peace Right from the direction of your sheen anatomical masterpiece. It flows into my centrepiece And makes me say "how I need this! " This aura of hightened affection Induces my heart's rhythm section My pulse beats to the sequence of your rock n' roll session Your complexion, Makes me want to have no objection To any of your imperfection But to uphold your perfection Your entirety is graced Euphoric and grippingly fun-aced Your pulchritude is emphatically embraced And your probity, well showcased Appeals to my aftertaste Once have you spoken, twice have I heard Like you stole the password Securing my ghost word From where I will fangle your byword Please don't make it your watchword Rather let us build on the foreword