Madrigal

Woman,
      Come, sit by me
      Heed my words.

      "Thine eyes do beckon me, with laughing glances,
       That do bestir my heart,
       And inspire me to write sonnets to their fierce beauty.
       Thy touch doth turn my bones to water,
       As fire to ice,
       And strips my senses of all but thee.

       Thy lips,
       Oh those lips
            That do entice with silent words and sultry smiles,
                  Burning into my soul.

            Woman, I would touch thee
                  I would hold thee
                        I would kiss thee
                              I would love thee