My heart quickens as I touch your face.

Thoughts arise as I’m lost in your place.

A plane much deeper than my own mind

A sincerity not left behind.

Your sweet stroke against my very soul

Becomes a craving that takes its toll.

A pit of hunger no longer quenched

By the lustful blood in which it’s drenched.

A sight beyond what I’ve seen before

Is the light that leads you to my door.

A mind’s eye away from your own heart

Love is the imaginary part.

No true sound will manifest itself

Upon a mortal’s audible shelf.

Within the silence, I still hear your voice,

Running through my veins with little choice.

The scent of your essence captures me,

Thrusting my soul with no guarantee.

Desiring only love’s aroma

Fixed deep within Venus’s coma.