"In the quicksand of her love, I'm ensnared,
A depth of emotions, tender and rare.
Each step i take, a sinking, sweet despair,
Lost in the whirlpool of her loving stare.

Her touch, a gentle current, pulls me in,
To depths of passion, where I've never been.
In this tempest of feelings, we begin.
An emotional journey, too deep to pin.

But in the quicksand of her love, I thrive,
For in her heart's embrace, I'm truly alive.
A whirlwind of emotions, we'll survive,
In this love's quicksand, we'll forever dive.


© Ezra Briscoe