Heavenly lips, slender curves
Melting honey eyes
Sweeping brown, sleek hair
Supple, tender thighs.

Her wit and charm surpassing all,
In soft, sweet tone.
Intelligence bright in her eyes,
Lighting her face with beauty.

When her lips turn to touch mine
All time does seem to stop.
Her moist pink lips meeting mine,
Tongues dancing together.

Breasts brushed against my chest
Her arms pulling me to her.
Melding into a single form,
Caught in the kiss.

Enraptured by her every move,
Her legs as she walks;
As she smiles, he lip�s curve,
Epitome of beauty.

My sweet Sireni, how I love you,
How sweetly, truly, I do.
Seas may rise, and mountains fall,
But love for thee lives through it all.


Penned by my hand on the 16th of Daedalan, in the year 380 AF.