Beauty Poem by John Sensele

If your beauty makes me haughty,
Don't think me nasty or naughty.
The mule of a stimulus stylus
Flies me and my lust nowhere near the navel of your Nautilus.

If your beauty smites because you're pretty
Don't belittle the title of my sentimental ditty.
The pull of your gravity and versatility disarm me
Why won't sorties of your bewitching beauty let me be?

If your mighty beauty in the vicinity of your city could quit
Harassing and fussing when I won't tweet
When gongs and songs of longing thong my mind
To leave me helpless, wordless and blind.

If your beauty could magnetise pies of my eyes
When in moments of longing your heart could hear my cries
To entwine in arms and calm my restlessness
Spare a few seconds, my blonde, to care to pour on me a little happiness.

If your beauty in symbiosis could treasure the leisure of our tryst
Where for a few stolen moments reasons in my mind resist
Awakened battles driven by testosterone
Let me osculate and oscillate when we're alone.