How I long for her soft femininity,

feeling her arms wrapped tightly around me

and the warmth of her breasts pressed against my chest…

this is the feeling that I love best

 

And surely my touch is still imprinted upon them, not left

unscoured by the hands of men.

For how can such coarseness dare to embrace such a lady as she?

Never did I even hope, nor imagine in vain,

that her lover would be me.

 

Nothing as tender will surpass this gentle creature,

nor cliches overbear her fame;

this is the woman I have come to know and love

and the shape of my heart resembles her name.

 

And her name resides with mine and this is how

it will forever be; softly loving and passionate,

my dearest, affectionate she.