Every breath is desperation
for your sensuous, silken skin.
There's no room for separation
in this cozy, satin twin.

The glint of your pearly whites.
Your desire to be admired.
I am blessed with you.
Obsessed with you.
Never growing tired.

Your lips are matched by nothing else.
Warmth greater than a cabin's hearth.
I could forsake a thousand's wealth
and still not match their worth.

You are Beauty.
You are Divine.
You are much like those gentle morning winds
rustling through the chimes.

*"You are mine, my own,
my precious..." *Sublime
for now and for always.
Forever. Through time.