She is the form I
need I desire her,
she has beauty
in her, seen by
some but not most.

Her figure is ever changing,
her beauty I see flicker
in my eyes, I want to be
engulfed by her consumed,
I would hold on to her never
to let her go.

But I am not worthy of her
love, others feel her touch.
Left with her mark never
forgetting where she has touched.

I want to set her free for those to
see her beauty, to consume them
with her love. I want to see her rise
from the smallest flicker of emotion,
to reach to the stars above...