Feminicus Perfecticus Whitricus © 08 Barry Gardner

When people ask if I find it hard
I’d need the phrasing of the bard
To do full justice to your charm
The rapture when you touch my arm

The peach-soft texture of your face
A vision of amazing grace
The velvet warmness of your kiss
To seal our partnership in bliss

Your body shape so pert and neat
An angel form from head to feet
With breasts so soft to rest my head
Be passion spent or passion led
Your blessed loins firm to caress
And bear us fruit, heir or heiress

Yet your greatest gift from light doth hide
Your beauty stems from the inside
But spectral limits can’t withhold
A heartbeat charged with purest gold
Till even when life’s race is run
Your soul will shine on like the sun

But for now there’s nothing more to say
Except I hope we’ll meet - someday!