Rhyming in my head,
As I walk the avenue.
Strangers in my eyes,
But clear visions of you.
Stringing phrases together,
To try and describe your look.
Angelic verses,
That would fill an entire book.

I’m a poet in the streets,
And a lover in your sheets.
My words are insufficient,
To satisfy your heats.
I’ll let my hands do the work,
And give my tongue a try.
My stanzas grab your attention,
But motions satisfy.

Writing as I walk,
Down this country lane.
Your eyes tend to inspire,
Another loving refrain.
I can’t wait to see you,
To put away my pen.
I’ll write the legend of your curves,
Dreaming of...