In exquisite abandon
I feast my eyes on you;
Your skin of golden honey,
Your eyes of boundless blue.
In curves of sweet proportion
And lines of pure delight
You glow with burning passion
Though locked in deepest night.
O rich and subtle beauty,
Articulate and true;
In lust and admiration
I write these lines to you
And in some quiet moment,
With soul and spirit free
Pour yourself a bourbon,
Lie back and think of me.
(Cheers, Always)
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