I'm searching for temptation
with goosebumps on his breath,
with fire in those wild eyes
and a sudden fear of death.

I'm searching for cold shivers
as he breaths down on my spine
and with wistful words of passion
makes love to my mind.

I'm searching for the confidence
and abundance in his word
that will lift these hollow bones
and boast his loss upon the world.

I search for those enchanting eyes
, those lips that brush with grace.
I'm searching for my happiness
yet I still don't know his face.

It saddens me to all extent
to tell this, my dear friend,
I fear my life be drowned in tears
for my search will never end...

Now be I so ignorant
as not to settle for the best
or better search for those who satisfy
and forever regret, settling for the rest?