Lost in the dark depths of her hair
the memories of all could have beens.
A trembling touch or a mindful stare,
and all your dreams align to sing your favorite song.

Sonnets from the yesteryears kept hidden,
in ancient halls covered in moss of misery.
Deep beneath her elusive garden of eden,
walks souls of lost lovers seeking solace from oblivion.

Along the contours of her perfect body,
burns bright the amber glow of passion.
In sync with the lonely piano man’s melody,
grows a night of irresistible need to fulfill intimate desires. 

In her heart a secret spring blooms,
hidden from the reaches of the traditional.
Even if the journey is full of dark and gloom,
a peek into her soul is worth nights of misery and punishment.