You are the thought;
The very image that fuels poetry.
You are the colors
That artists, in their canvas, set free.

The dream of dreams,
You are the moon's single envy.
My skin dances around your fingers
And my breath escapes me.

Yours, I helplessly disappear into your lips,
As you devour me in kisses.
And I lose all desire to wake up
When you embrace me.