If I was asked why I love you

Here's what I'll tell them;

I love your eyes when the lovelight rests Lit with a passionate fire; I love your lips when they're wet with wine And scarlet with a wild yearning.
I adore your arms when their warm, white flesh caresses mine in a tender embrace, and I adore the way your hair tangles in your kisses on my face.

The cool, peaceful kiss of a virgin's bloodless love, the saint's white happiness, or a pristine dove's heart are not for me.
But if you could give me the love that burns my wretched heart to cinders and laughs at everyone's faults while your body is so young and warm in my embrace.

So give me a warm, wet kiss while your mouth is still smelling of ruby wine, and declare with a passion unique to the South that your body and soul are mine.
We will spend the rest of our young lives enjoying the pleasures of a living love if you hold me tightly in your warm young arms while the pale stars sparkle overhead.