Temptation blinds us as our bodies dance so perfectly rhythmic
Cohesively combined and intertwined in and act so divine until
The sensation reminds us that our powers together are cataclysmic
The way you're designed must be make believe, intelligence's will

Searching for words to procure for your essence would be absurd
Even my futile attempts here and now will somehow be obscured
So let this be a warning to me to enjoy the journey and all endured
From her spell I can never be cured, and rest is never again assured

So may our ghosts elope and dance with the fateful wind
Because I never, ever want this majestic perfection to end