Rapt by your face, a vista of silhouettes imploring unknown amplitudes of desire.
Trapped by your grace, a feast of holy-unholy provenance at your naked form.
Fixed by your gaze, rife with exquisite universes and shuddering purpose.
This dreamlike maze, lost in your fecund core, running towards and away
From the haze, the shimmering mirage of absolution within your touch.
Oh to deface, to disgrace, to rephase my indecent senses in this myriad desire.
You are the phantasm, the delicate-indelicate cosmic flower pouring pollen, seeds, potentiality, pleasure across my stamen-like fortitude.
I am yin, the fixity of primal hunger and you are yang, the lapping, nutrient ocean.
Let our black and white duality entwine, right now, in endless creation…