There Is Magic In Your Eyes Poem by Mark Heathcote

There is magic in your eyes
An ambivalence to undress
That is simply alluring
I duly confess.

When our bodies caress
And the sweat rolls down my nape
And droplets form on your chest
There is a dreamlike escape.

It's where I long to be
Like a drowsy honeybee.
The secret is not to displease
Have too many ridged schemes.

Seek an enchanted tower
And climb it like it were a bough,
With the most-succulent flower,
Fruit and eat it, savour it now.