A picture may speak many words, As yearning, plays upon my soul. Impassiioned pleasure, in me stirs And sways me from my every goal. I''ve loosed this lock to tender eyes That launched a love I''ve never known. This vanquished longing can''t surmise The portrait of that lusty moan.
I reach to brush the pouted lips Of your desire. But words can''t place My heart on trembling fingertips, Or touch the fervor on your face. Lest mousa will me to caress You. In one hundred words or less.