Mark my words, a prince beguiling
A bejewelled boy; hair-raising styling
Reader of nocturnal verse lull me to byes
Kiss and kindred with smiling brown eyes

Warm promises of his wiry embrace
His Malteasing words envelop this space
I’d craft step-by-step ladders and stand oak tall
Submit myself to the sweetest fall
Taller tales as yet unwritten
Lost and confounded, I’m tactically smitten
Elevated from my slumber by this tactile
Roman god of war; an amorous attrition