Sophia Poem by John F. McCullagh

I never have met you, Sophia,
but we talk everyday on the phone.
Your voice has the sweetness of honey
tasted fresh come from the comb.

With cadence and timbre seductive
The sirens' call comes from your lips.
It has the effect on male members
as the sway of a pretty girls' hips.

A beautiful Greek from the Islands
skin kissed by the sun, I suppose.
Or maybe you're fat and your fifty
and wearing a Mu Mu- who knows?

I prefer to surmise you're a beauty.
with velvet smooth skin and brown eyes.
A girl with a voice of an angel
like Michaelangelo would devise.