I have yet to meet your face which makes it so strange that i already seen your eyes. 

I've seen your anatomy in constellations as i take my lonesome walks at night.

It is you that illuminates my way     As the crux moonlight shines the seas with my hope to greet you.

 I have yet to meet your tender lips but I know they hail from Venus.

Aphrodite has baptized every square inch of your flesh with her sweet nectar and filled you with ambrosia.

 me,
To salivate over the heavenly sweet honeys your heart is made of.

To sip the wines of body.

To quiver whilst the aromas of Spiced leaves and freshly cut wild roses travel down my throat to course your brilliance swirling through my veins.

How I wish to taste you

to merely taste you.

To taste your passions would satisfy and bind me with violet laces to the end of time.