There you lie,
Majestic and indifferent,
Star jasmine that wraps
Itself around my legs
And up my back

I can’t help but be sad
At the fact I know
This won’t last,
But for now

Your curves carve
A path for me to
Find myself in,

And it’ll rain,
It’ll snow,

The sun will burn,
And the sands will
Scorch my palms and knees
As I crawl the valleys
Down your back
To your feet,

I’ll wash away my sins,
As I drink and get drunk
Of you.