What You Came to Find

August 15, 2015

If I am not here as a permanence,

That is quite alright with me.

And if I am only a brief template

To show you how true love feels . . .

That is just as well, as long as

I am what you came to find.

Incidentally when you first saw me,

You were utterly entranced by my existence.

However, you were not expecting

What you fell into. Such a tight,

Warm and smooth embrace of seduction.

Not what you were seeking, but wonderful to ascertain.

If I am only to be a momentary muse,

Then that shall have to suffice.

For the way you satisfy all my senses,

Makes you my most coveted maven.

I will delight in your presence knowing

I am what you sought to obtain.

Now – more often than not – I enjoy you

Summoning my sentiment, poking my aesthesis,

And promoting my sentience.

Always welcome to enter at will

Yearning for our every encounter.

If I can not secure a lieu,

Then I shall remain content still.

For just having had the chance to

Experience such a wonderful being;

And becoming – however short lived –

The treasure you came to find.

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