Sultry Whispers
Let the sonata serenade me from those beautiful lips
silken hair of a goddess shines before me
her eyes
they take my soul away
so forcefully subtle
my knees buckle beneath me to such levels that they fall to kiss the ground by the shear illicit nature of her beauty
my heart stops
I become lost and escape into the deep pale flames of blue that pours out her soul
I torture myself by returning
and feeding
the growing hunger in my longing soul