The Picture Of you
I see before my eyes
Is that, of an imposing figure
The loveliest lady alive.
Your image is a masterpiece
Beautiful as a portrait
Your lady like
Loveliness
Demands the respect
Of a heavenly Goddess.
You posed with
Self assured confidence
My mind is unable
To describe this feeling
I feel deep inside.

This want
Which desires to be held
Within your loving embrace
To have you
Tenderly hold my head
Against the warm
softness of your bosom
Listening to the tenderness
Of your desires
with melting words
Through seeping whispers
In the heat
Of a passionate night
As you gently
Place sweet succulent kisses
on my caressing face.


By D'Artagnan
William Bonilla
12/09/04