Epistle to Harley

Her grace is formed by precision and poise,

Her lifting voice creates nary a nasty noise.

Whilst ignorant to specific desires,

Unrestrained passion starts lustful fires.

As lecherous as this epistle may sound,

Restricted boundaries are unexpectedly found.

She is beautiful like a red rose,

Cherished in secret; a secret nobody knows.

A smile so wholesome and bright,

She bears no wrath, no evil, no spite.

A personality completely intricate;

A heart of gold absolutely delicate.

Blue eyes soften with laughter

As time ticks slowly after.

Her pink tongue pokes between white teeth

As she speaks of humour, in relief.

A little ray of unavoidable sunshine,

Coveted by many and still she is mine.