For She is Magic
If when in a moment might time allow
Oh how the mind will engage somehow.
Would we forever embrace beauty in grace
To willingly suggest desire in embrace.
Sunlit horizons meet eyes in clear morning
Skies while reminisce journey a reckoning.
As spiritual is freedom inside, sweet flower
Blooms through a crust driven atmosphere.
Oh the champagne of a rain upon passion
To celebrate such reach in privacy a fashion.
Might our human mystique know the outcome
When in memory, a sated couple we become.
Ah, it is the wilderness of an erotic interlude
Promises beauty in her eye well understood.