Rhyming to 83

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

in a similar fashion as when I ran my fingers through her hair

She is oh so lovely with eyes that have such a loving stare

Between the gold rings on her fingers and those diamond earrings in pairs

For her style is rarity for anything else she could not wear

I am aware of her fair flare, and that bare skin ready to ensnare

Yet I must be a monster for I seem not seem to care

She is such a sweet young girl though why must this life be so unfair