Though usually a preference of fantasies
Are never stored in my conscious,
Tonight images are appearing
into a sweet oblivion
with your name on it.
The thought of us
becoming one soul,
breathing with one heart,
and devouring each other's flesh--
I never had that in mind,
but tonight, unlike other nights
of purities and a bland image
my desire has risen,
and the only thing i want to feel
is the enchantment of you.