My Magnificent Charo,

What better heaven could there perchance be
Then a place where you and I are as one
And the only topography that we can see
Contains just us with inhibitions undone
And where we might forever commune
As when angels in sportive passion combine
Under the glow of an ambrosial moon
That ripens the grapes of Arcadian wine!

Always your face exceeds Eden's embrace,
Ever proving the quintessence of bliss,
And your curves, the richest rondure of grace
Ever to summon a man's eager kiss...
Where l may do more than merely dream of...
Reveling, in your flawless midnight love!