Infatuation

Your eyes held me like a bee to honey, when we first met.

Eyes sinfully brown, like the color of the finest chocolate.

Your smile came next, warm and soft like a mid-summer dream on a cool moon.

Cleopatra would have had such lips as yours, tempting and full like a pot of sweet honey.

As we talk the glow from your heart filled the room like a campfire on a thousand wild nights.

The kiss of your hair maddeningly close to my touch, so near yet so far from the closeness I pray for.

Like Helen of Troy, beauty intelligence and passion are yours to command, my queen Crystal, as am I.