Her body moves swiftly and feels like silk.
Her skin is rich and creamy like fresh buttermilk.
Her figure is divine
and how I wish she was mine.
So we could lay out in a field on a starlit night,
and feel those warm tender arms hold me tight.
Her hair whips like a willow tree as it sways within the breeze,
and I know that she could fit into my arms with the greatest of ease.

She seems like endless beauty of me,
but those soft tender arms are out of my reach.
I cannot hold her or kiss her or touch her at all,
for she is not mine, like a priceless treasure beneath the deep.
Her hair is golden and smells so sweet,
like a delicacy untouched, every inch of her is a treat.
Her luscious lips in a wonderful smile,
her deep beautiful eyes that you get lost in for a while.
Her melodious voice makes me dream at night,
and her firm silky body makes me want to hold her tight.

But I am a poison compared to her purity,
and I am nothing more than a beast to her absolute beauty.
I cannot touch her or see her,
for the Gods deem it unfit.
She is a flower, worth longing for, hoping to grow.
But it is out of my hands, they have told me so.
She is an untouchable goddess that I cannot see,
for our life and our love together, I know, will never be.