Dear Alissa,
Your smile, with its capped teeth and strikingly attractive knotty pine
denture. I can think of nothing I would rather do than contemplate the
gap between your molars. Inspired by your eyebrows, I think of stars,
constellations, and furry little bears. In the future, when I will have the
time to write poetry about those brows. Your nose alone merits a poem, a
sonnet should be dedicated to its nostrils. A wrestler would be proud to
have a neck such as yours. Your shoulders slope invitingly, moreover,
your hips swivel better than my office chair. Across those noble
shoulders slides your hair, as thick as extra-strength glue. How can I
forget your eyes I am yours forever, Alissa, unless I get distracted by a
better offer.
Your friend,
Greg