Most gentle and fair, and tender of mind;
angelic - the sweetest flower you'll find,
inexorably uplifting; her vivacious esprit,
who can compare, to
my sweet, Stephanie?
Her touch like a whisper, etheral, and yet -
subtly evoking a shivering sweat.
Such delicate teasing, sweet torture for me;
what else compares, to
that flirt, Stephanie?
A picture of innocence, with mischevious tint,
Her lips invite trouble; eyes seductively glint:
Lascivious, libidinous, immoral and free,
none, can compare, to
my flame. Stephanie.