You are the matchless rose
budding in the fragile vase of my heart.
The Juliet of my longing
who fuels passion's reckless and runaway cart.
A blossom with sensuality shining from your face.
expressed by your intoxicatingly supple and tantalizing lips
while they caress the scars from rejection's painful whips.
Once the fears and emptiness infect the shadows of the day
it is the touch of your alluring, vibrant hugs
that chases melancholy's vicious gnomes away.
And during night's most private secrets
when we share a vein-reaming,
entwined interlude of volcanic ecstasy,
your flower becomes the Venus of my fantasies
ferrying us in oneness upon a deep and endless amorous sea.
My confessor, my nurse, my Madonna and lover
forever possessing my life and soul
as the hand that matches mine like no other.
So beautiful of a precious petal that I will always worship and adore
feeling completely filled by your love to ever want for more.
