An awesome departure
From a murder of ravens,
The abject and deranged,
Are you and yours—
Your muse.

Thou doth arouse my
Gray matter, as well as my
Yearning for sensual
Advances.

Never before has my
Temperature quickened
From that imperceptible quill pen
Implanted in you as a birthmark.

Within less than une semaine,
You have captured
My whimsical notions,
All quill-feathered and now free,
With your opened heart,
Which was marked at the end of the world
For an embrace.

Embrace I will
Anything of yours,
Which you place before my
Subtle doigts,
Lucid yeux,
Or willing bouche.

Blissfully distracted
By your methods of wooing and affinity
Am I, with my mind on my
Sugar-coated osculations
With which to deluge
Your manliness,
During the starlit
Phantasmagoric dreams of my waking hours—
The moment between a keystroke
And when I hover my hands in fantasy with delirious temptation.

The last line is the last laugh and bubbly giggle.