No, I’d never place you upon a pedestal,
or worship you as if you were a god;
just because you’ve the face of an angel,
and a heavenly, close to perfect bod.
No, it’s not necessary to feel or taste you;
I see how smooth and sweet you are.
I prefer leaving intimacy to imagination;
to enjoy you passionately from afar.
In my mind, our relationship is flawless,
unchallenged by the passage of time.
Even death is powerless to ever part us;
joined together forever in this rhyme.