Certain Beauty in Repose
Might words draw an artwork around her beauty,
She beget that fair that will cause eye sudden stir.
A man’s glance to ask for sunlight in a stream
Would accentuate sensuality ease frivolity.
Oh then we do wonder what words exist in her,
When in watch, she will heads turn it seem.
A walk would give light to her every step
As perhaps imagine linens do tease inside
A world of private affair, only meant for one.
In that integrity of Grace, we might worship
A sinewy storm of her surreal glance aside
A measured smile, a breeze in privacy undone.
We would that opportunity survey elegance
With eye alive, I do delight we share a glance.