I desire to enfold you in my adoration
My senses are enslaved to jasmine and your skin, covered in symbols
Please, do not ask me to leave
Feel me open the door to your inner warmth
Elicit sympathetic gyrations, by stimulating your flesh
You lost your innocence long ago
Let me antagonize your lust
Imprison you within my embrace,
Increase the pace of your pulse,
Elevate your heart rate,
Coat your whole body in sweat,
And **** screams from your depths.
The sun will wane in the evening
And we will harvest satisfaction on my bed
And we will rise like the moon,
and drink the shine she provides
We will remake each other, a thousand ways
And cast our inhibitions out the window,
And get lost in the maze of each others bodies.
You will die, and be reborn, in the flash of a quasar,
We will cultivate and devour the fruits of our joining.
We will set the controls for the heart of the sun
Come rise with me, into the ionosphere,
Do not fear the suffocating void
I will give my lungs to you,
Each breath belongs to you already.
The line set the controls for the heart of the sun, is the title of a Pink Floyd song...although I,m not sure of the origin of the phrase, so until I receive the cease and desist, It will remain as it is.