Infects me.
Drawn to you I am, but perplexing is this delirium.
And coupled with this fever,
New green emerges and colors unfold,
Inducing a connection—
Between you and I—
That feels
Promising.
Hot and energized.
Hope born of a dream is emboldened.
A dream that captivates;
And you most certainly do captivate.
Still with lucidness, I must profess:
I want not the idea of love!
Rather, dose me for a lifetime
With the sight of you;
The sound of you;
The smell of you;
The taste of you;
The feel of you!
Burning up are my heart and soul,
Longing for saddled sedation with your august personality,
For it is the relief I need.
And upon cured shoulders of strength and devotion,
You shall ride,
Until I am just a very long memory
Of love.
