I found her
waiting in the darkness
of grief and loneliness
A fragment of
who she is and
what she can be
*
With care and nurture
She has flowered and blossomed
*
And now
“Taste me again”
Her eyes insist
Not a word uttered
She slowly opens and
Gently touches her moist core
I cannot resist
She the most beautiful drug
and I am an addict
*
Intoxicated by her eyes
drunk on her soul
addicted to her love potion.
*
Our chemistry
is a dangerous yet beautiful thing.
