I'm weak to its power
my thoughts she consumes
I wish i could bare witness
every minute of every hour

I love her sweet and sour
the taste, I devour
addicted to the scent .
Finger licking good.
Like a strong whiskey sour,
an acquired taste,
established pleasure.
I liquor lace,
she comes with haste
to the third power.

I devour,
  each moment,
  we encounter,
each other.

        Every second
        of every minute,
        and every minute,
        of every hour.

lost but not forgotten
moments of the past
funny how they last
pay them no mind

yet, funny how the still find
the time to bind
to your mind-
set you off course
until you get yourself back
until you find yourself behind

making and *** out of yourself

of course
stars cross
and
moons align
thankful for both
I am inclined

so its okay to get lost
just don't be hard to find
and you can always be late
just make sure it at the right time

Lost without your love,
I am broken,
beyond all,
repair.

The look in her eyes told me everything,
but they were all answers I didn't want.
The truth hurts more when you can feel it,
Lost but never forgotten, even more when they mean it.