I was lost in your ardor and harbor,
the radiant richness of your honey
sweet skin.  Your liptastic lips were
filled with a scent of splendid spice,
swallowing the shimmery streams
of your dreams.  Memories of your
swagging soldier vibes carrying me
deeper into the artful museums
of your gleaming greatness.  
Your canvas was magically rare,
too spellbinding to even describe,
your loving landscape, my only escape.