Prolong the journey to happiness
revisit the memories of converging paths
sighted images is what made these last
but we cannot be sure it is for long

Hear the woman echo
the cry of love and joy
praising a man's piece
the romance is their buoy

Faintly, I felt her touch at our last goodbye
unaware of anything around us but sheer sorrow
our eyes met and spark adjoined
our lips touched, raising an alarm in my heart

Promote the fantasies of malady
her deep dark secrets keep me near
of unspoken dreams, my lips are sealed

Along with her fingertips, dastardly teasing with suffice
her strawberry scented hair straight though sordid.
I still long for her touch, even now.