Hot raptor breaths
Push goose bumps to life
On the golden-honey flesh
Of a most desired sight.

Deeply tanned and rubenesque unsheathed,
Scented shoulders, arms that distill
Without cause to beckon the wills
Of the penile-brained knights.

Drink in the perfume, bed the pink flower.
Defend with your armor the nymphet tower,
But beware, Dear Sir, should your eye slip up
Two Orbs of Venus power.