Thy breath is so warm, so beautiful, so erotic
I think if I don’t see you ..I might just go neurotic
Because if love is madness, then you’re the case
I’m lost in your presence spiraling downwards in a crystal maze
Deep into your eyes, like a mirror for my soul
I could forever gaze into them and loose all control
Making love to thee..is not a physical activity
It is art, passion, music.. it is sublimal poetry
As powerful as Beethoven, as dramatic as Shakespeare
An experience so out of this world ..
Completely intergalactic and explicitly nuclear
Blissful like the morning twilight or the birth of a flower
10 times more powerful than the explosion of a star
The warmth of your body and the softness of your hair
Is like silk scouring through my chest and even as your fingers run over my head
My hands intertwined with yours..is like a magnificent metamorphia..
An unbecoming of one and the merging of two …a divine insomnia
It is a sensation so sensual; like it there is no other
Much sweeter than wine..more addictive than cocaine or marijuana
Never it be my desire to ever leave your side..
But for the rest of my days
I Pray …My existence remains
With you my love endless, forever.. until the day I die..