A sonnet for Anaïs

Anaïs

She has so many aspects that I like
that I cannot begin a lengthy list
while unaware of miles I would hike
before I finished it! I have not kissed
her lips, but I admire them; her eyes
are feline and hypnotic; she is long
and lithely slender, fit as a prize
awarded for decathlons — so both strong
and feminine, seductive, without know-
ing that she is. I only see her rare-
ly, so I'll never get the chance to show
what she inspires — I could not even dare
to make a soft suggestion, so I must
release this verse to quell my pining lust.