Feeling feverishly feral walking alone kicking a can.
A lady said her heart's unstable and misery's all about a man.
At 1st glance she thought mystery
like Agatha Christy with that tan.
He's got something she finds hot even in winter standing bare in front of a fan.
Abandoning all reasoning she steeps in his warmth.
Southern heat keeps better when tempered by a slight chill from up north.
I'm drifting away with the tantric waves caused by this lovers gaze.
Been misled by her intimate moonlighting like David Addison Jr. & Madelyn 'Maddie' Hayes.
I've never known true love somberly subjected into such false incidents of infatuation.
Suppose the joke's on me so classically trained at falling on my a$$ showing a lack of maturation.
He's a threat to the ducts that make her eyes wet.
She's silly & treats him bad, but damn if it doesn't feel really good.
Nobody's come close to making him sweat like this yet.
Actions speak louder than his silver tongued slang but they're often misunderstood.
I'm enjoying our time this blooming May with love on lease to own or maybe layaway.
Employing blue skied sunshine during the day indenturing starlight at dusk in it's astral display.
Preset my emotional debt so the alarm won't ring too loud when it goes off.
Remembering what not to forget can charm a snake in the grass into believing it's a flame drunken moth.

as always...

I'll second that and throw in a posy Very nice sir!