It’s different with you.
Your words
penetrate me
Like spindles,
Leaving my heart
Writhing in
Delightful misery.

You have decorated
My soul
With the yearning
Of what we could be
and with the pain
Of what we might not be.

I’m gripped tightly
To your essence,
Hastily Drinking
the magical elixir
That you exude.

I will never let go…
Unless you tell me to.