Though
Usually
A Preference
Of Fantasies
Are Never
Stored In My Conscious
Tonight
Images
Are Appearing
Into A Sweet Oblivion
With Your Name On It
The Thought
Of Us
Becoming One Soul
Breathing With
One Heart
And Devouring
Each Other’s Flesh
I Never Had That In Mind
But Tonight
Unlike Other
Nights Of Purities
And A Bland Image
My Desire Has Risen
And The Only Thing
I Want To Feel
Is The Enchantment
Of You