A Virginal Flame
Embers of light glisten in your porcelain eyes
Your kiss, oh… your touch, swallowed by my clandestine thoughts,
Your fluids, oh, how divine!
Dancing in my most inner senses, like Lilac faeries and children entwined
I yearn for your forceful rock!
Beating me by the riverbank, like ragged clothes of the dirty young
Frenzies of folly, enticing every niche of my very existence.
Ardor calms us down, a Utopia only thine own eyes can see
Your silhouette brings me to endless states of reverie
Alas, my rotting frame will soon part from this forging ecstasy
And a passer-by I see, ivory assets vast,
Peering upon thy sores of pure infinity!