You took my pulse without ever touching me,
Like honey and flowers, you were my bumble-bee

I gazed without faltering, at the gestures made while words flowed forth your lips.
Than sunflowers, you shine bright leaving no crisps

You traipse mind's eye, shamelessly, gifting revelment to my entirety.
Like bread out the oven, I burn with fervidity

I need a means of quenching this livid fire which proves a risk.
However, more than a volcano, I am in a perpetual fix.

© ChidChick