Stuck inside these four walls,
For an utterly divine woman I’d fall,
Like you, beautiful as a porcelain doll,
I’d love to talk, but I’m afraid to call.
I cringe at the mention of love,
Especially when you’re as elegant as a dove,
Eyes as bright as a full summer moon,
Smooth as the burning desert dunes.
Sweet as a ripe, red, juicy peach,
The thought of you makes my heart breach,
I want to lie naked with you on a white beach,
Yet I think you’re just out of reach.