i need to taste the fever of desire,
your sweet salt fresh upon my tongue
words i've never spoken sound
like perfect poetry upon your lips--
each sensation intensified
by fading flames of innocence
cast aside convention and care--
abandon society so tonight
we can feel the freedom of unity:
two severed souls spliced to one
make love to me the way you do
on painted beds of red rose petals;
whisk me off my feet and into you
when the canvas cracks and the colors fade,
remember me as the one who inspired you--
to paint...
to love...
to ache...
to cry...
the personification of creative perfection
living forever under delayed dawn:
the blue-eyed girl who grew a woman in your hands
and learned to love in your candlelit world
