Exploring her exterior was a gentle affair:
Traversing virgin forest trails in awe,
Floret roughshod over ne’er,
A landscape to helplessly adore.
Her canvas a sweep of rolling hills, aflame
With auroral lambency. Crevices
Drape shadows over her delicate frame;
His goddess, his Nemesis.
Together they basked in the light of the moon,
Dull stars reflecting in her chasmic ocean eyes –
Wild, delirious, an infraction picayune.
Every gaze enhancing an artful guise.
Her voltaic touch, his embrace so soft;
Their passionate spirits soaring aloft.