I beg thee, till allow me privy to your mental machinations,
And allow me to verbally and physically give such stimulations,
I wish to have ability to brandish flustered as you do sword as your word,
To give you alliteration and watch fever so absurd make thy heart stirred,
I wish to know if your skin lights and ignites in passion for coital wanting,
Intimacy, shared breaths, oh how your cold and smell is haunting, ever taunting,
Sitting, hard to breath, heart alight and pounds to move blood in pathing repitious motion,
Gives such notion, that I drank the potion that bonded two souls in promotion,
Of a life led on grounds that I scream your name,
Not just above sexual wanting but like moth to flame,
Funeral pyre, whos auburn glow invites without words on cold winter night,
And falling on my wanting eyes as the colorization of borealis skies light,
God I see thee,
I watch as you be,
And I attempt poetry,
To say what verbalization lacks,
To say facts,
Such as that I want you,
That I love you,
Always.
Xoxo
BW