Creature,
You beautiful,
Holy,
Creature.
I pray to the dips in your back,
Your smile like a warm amber glow,
Adonis has never looked so good,
Until he found himself in your complexion.
I am an unworthy Narcissus,
The mirror in front of me,
Decaying like autumn leaves,
And yet you allow me to stay in your embrace,
Basking in the morning glow.
Tortured poet,
Beautiful muse,
My creation lies in your willing open palms,
I will keep my kisses light,
And my voice soft,
To show my unwavering appreciation,
Of Your Divine.