My breath is stolen by the Art of Zen
Longingly drawn out, bodies extended
Basking, adoring, again and again
Each creation joyously attended

To worship them with reckless abandon
in the blissful imagination space
Beauty that you long to get your hands on
An intimate encounter, face to face

They will mesmerize, with hypnotic eyes
Some happy, bold, or else secret, alone
Such deftly and oh, so godly shaped thighs
All, having power to make your lust moan

Each delectable paw, lanky torso
As much bliss as the last, only more so