Always allowed is my way
The misty Late night conversations we enjoy
There is nought misty about our conversations
Yours is exotic, sensual and Languorous personality
A constant object of my thoughts you are
My imagination exhausts daily, in guessing what occupies you
To live for you everyday I work
To get near, so be it if it kills me
Never has a woman been in such complete mastery of my heart and yet our time together is unforeseen
I’ve wanted to live a life of pleasure, and
Who best supplies it
The torture of your chase, ******* pleasures it has given
Yearning to subdue your independent spirit has become a future goal I want to fulfill
For sure you are_so I think-My Lady.
Tried an essay poem they strike me with a certain flow, looking forward to a comment that can up my flow in writing.