What could be said of lust?  It is perplexing
A detailed list of female qualities to write.
It's even for the author slightly vexing,
Careworn not to be rendered impolite.

The lips would start, the center of the face,
Which holds the scent, the breath, the taste, the zest.
The eyes then follow, in the sight's embrace
Suggestively acquainted and impressed.

Smooth shoulders by the golden hair are hidden,
By tidal waves concealed and then revealed.
Below them lie the areas forbidden -
To poets' musings a restricting shield.

Close turns to far and craving fades.  I yearn
Your lenient spurn with nothing in return.