Winged Cupid isn’t painted blind
But longer ties means less he minds.
The first attraction, the body’s prose
Rosy lips, light skin and royal nose
Curve of breast, unmarred by clothes
How cute you are from head to toes
Second is your scent and sound
Whiff of floral, you to me bound
Gentle cadence as laughter swings round
But your erotic sigh must take the crown
Last but not least is a fervent soul
Soft prodding, massaging, and lithe cajole
To transform firm shell into unfettered foal
Mind gracious, curious, without charcoal
Cupid’s love is immature and fickle
The full package my affection does tickle.