Domestic Blisses

Each of your eyes is like a bright comet
and your teeth, I notice, never turn green.
Nor do your kisses taste like Vaseline
and, I swear, I've never seen you vomit.

You have respect for what's under the sink
and most of your text remains lowercase.
But you've more than habits I wish to embrace
which stirs my passions so near to the brink!

The brink of what? Perhaps I'm fanatic
but your beauty promotes rapid heartbeats...
like the sort you find in coked up athletes
or any truly dedicated lu-NAT-ic!

     I hope these words are kind to your ear;
     ever the aim, of your Midnight Sonneteer!