My inspiration is here, but does not want to be known,
And in Her heart, I know, she wishes to be left alone.
But that cannot happen; to me, she embodies perfection;
I cannot exist without my unattainable hunger for her seduction.
For with Her arrival, more than creativity has sprung forth;
Within sexuality, I may cherish Her compassion, Her warmth.
How heavenly, to drowned beneath Her mysterious pools of gray;
How invigorating, to seep underneath Her skin and slowly drift away.
And while floating through Her body, we feel as one;
To hold Her close, my peace may finally come.
But no words that spill out could make Her want to stay,
As Her beauty is an object that any man would crave.
And empty promises I whisper couldn’t sway Her my way,
For the fruit of our love there is no way for me to save!