Infinite sensations on an endless path, the greatest feeling I wanted to last.
The deepest passion, in the darkest of ways, I brought her to her threshold of pain.
An overwhelming intensity like the deepest ocean so vast, often over far too fast.
Being inside her, feeling her light, embracing her until the start of my refrain.
As we reach the zenith, that moment in time, where she begins to realize, her pleasure is mine.
So while assumptions of two ships on their individual courses, caring little to please the other,
Is actually his inner desire, devoted entirely to her inner delight for as long as she designs.
But as stars disappear and light forces dark to find cover, I realizes I am not yet her lover.
I search for a meaning, a reason, or a sign, that will give me a clue as to the reason for this fate,
Although we merely spent a cycle of the moon, your beauty yet controls me, and makes of me the fool.
But the sun is always shining, greeting your face, as you turn away waving at a quickening rate.
And in the cool of the morning, and like in an out matched duel, she leaves behind the jewel.
Nevertheless, in the wisest judgment, one can hardly blame her for her barbarous display,
For she kept the secret, a pivotal point to say, she had another lover, I was merely for the day.