Winter’s Brunette

Mine fair Brunette, thou goad’st men onto nameless places.
Thine timeless beauty extends beyond overreaching ends.
Thine lustrous black locks shine like smooth silk that woos and dazes.
Thine fresh skin, is as of winter’s snow; always delicate, never pretends,
And thine slender height is modest, with arousing and seductive curves;
Thine breasts art ample, with delicate teats to be caressed;
Thine lashes art finely drawn, with effortless detail;
Thine lustrous orbs art whimsical in color; they art wildly expressed.
Thine nose and thy lips, carved of bees’ sweet wax
Art for me to taste and to savor, down mine wanting throat.
For thou, men dwell upon Sicily’s busied shacks;
They cross endless oceans upon the humble boat;
They come with treasures of diamonds and silver and gold,
Yet they know’st not that priceless thou art and can never be sold.