Sandy

She possesses skin so fair,
Its beauty is beyond compare.
Her hair falls gracefully undone.
It lays glistening in the sun.

Her smile could light a fire
In my heart, passion and desire
That would burn red hot.
This, though I know her not.

So genuine and young is she,
Men swarm to her like bees,
Yet in their haste, miss the honey
For which I am eternally hungry.

I yearn to know her as a woman
In a way no other can,
With a delicate caress or touch
Born of an affection for her love.

I must be gentle as a breeze
To avoid the sting of a bee.