A dripping fountain of lust secured and cornered
tender and sweet the perfume of your scent
that decorated your form in an array of brilliant sunshine
piercing the way I felt and shooting
all but gracefully through my enthralled veins
until I became the picture of a blushing bride
decorated and dipped in a coral shade
luscious and alluring lips, those amorous eyes
bubbling brook of utterance with ears ringing for reply
engaging and rapturous song uplifting
my dancing, intoxicated spirit into a whirlwind
of intricate, distinct, and befuddled emotions
bewitching, benevolent charm that entangled
a willing, surprised, and tingling vessel
claiming me to be a lost, ardent, and dreaming object
incoherent and unaware of the poetry that proclaims
delicacy, mellowness, and affection
and stalking your lonely, enticing silhouette with
passionate, eager, and hungry eyes and
weaving the thin, fine, and delicate
line between love and insanity |