a calligrapher’s tender most delight ?
Is he the opening verse of the plot?
a non definitive mid-segment monologue,
rather an epilogue?
Can he make love until a full. full stop?
punctuates commas in long, long passionate dialogues ?
Can he make embers glow in the hollow of your belly?
his cursive strokes send chills down your chins?
Is he a classic Miss Dior sans pretentious grace?
pulp fiction with an evasive Issy Miyake fracas?
Can deft fingers slide on his butterlicious slant?
delicate skin under the nails gets pricked by thorny barbs?
Does he leave a fragrance trail of a lustful, scarlet crime?
he is wrapped under a misty lavender charm?
Is he a Rhett Butler to your sultry Scarlett O’Hara?
a proud Mr Darcy to the unprejudiced Lizzy(O’Hara)?
What kind of font a lover-to-be, can be?
If not tenderly cursive, rusticly bold or frighteningly upright?
What sort of a man a lover-to-be, can be?
phonetically passionate or wickedly delicious!
Have you really really penned the story of your life,
sparkled it with scandalous, visceral, naked delight?