I rode the back of his world into a
blazing temptation.  It was all I ever
wanted, to feel the explosive sparks
and hard rocking verbs shift inside of
me, to embrace each flaming minute
and bursting moans.  

His hazel eyes were reeling me in,
a sizzling spark on the tip of my tongue
calling me into his frequency, addictive
feelings and unlimited meanings,
a sleek essence of devotion speaking
to my body in the midnight harmony.

I want to feel his curly golden-brown hair  
upon me, a vibrant symphony rising beyond
universe and truth, a cosmic space of gliding
equations and elements, an essential rhythm
dissolving inside my invention.