Consuming all we are,
A flame possessing no form,
Called from within
To fill the chambers ran red.

A soothing wave
When eyes meet my own,
The sirens call–enticing.
Stallion in blinding light
Stands proud in fields of green,

Angels touch befalls me
And gone is my sorrow.
Words strike chords within me,
A harmony made for you alone.

Warmth on my body,
When comfort you seek.
Scents like flowers bloomed fresh,
Sweet and Addictive.

My Fondness devours me,
No more can I take,
When your beauty stands before me
And my heart you will break.
© J.D.L