Resistance is Futile

I cannot resist dark hair
          The kind that tastes
          Licorice.
I cannot resist green eyes
          The kind that smell
          Rye (I surely will die) Whiskey.
I cannot resist long fingers
          The kind that sigh
          Tiramisu.
I cannot resist olive skin
          The kind that hallucinates
          Dips (In the moonlight).
I cannot resist golden ventricles
          The kind that nuzzle
          Fealty.
She has none of these
          Yet I cannot resist her
          Futile.