Symphony Of Seduction,1st Movement Poem by Cassaries Johnson

It is natural to base attraction
on physical attributes out and in,
It may well determine the first action
to read a book that may fortell the end

The cover itself, nor title alone
will forever bind me to these pages,
The movement of lips to create a tone
Unique as Earth that will hold for ages

When she spoke, it was like a magic song
That filled my mind with but its melody,
Cadence imperfect, I was left to long;
hopelesslly hoping to earn equity

As I, a humble peasant will confess,
Her lips not her chest made she my goddess