MY BEAUTIFUL INCUBUS

I swear this,
be like a spell.
I can’t even tell,
how you lull me in to a state of unawareness.
Your words woven so well.

Seamless and ceaseless
like the continuity only found on the finest of tapestries. My heart hurts so wonderful as I hear you speak and witness you verbally weaving a
brilliant masterpiece.

Dare I be so bold as to say on my behalf?
I would be blessed to be half as blessed as the
words that drip from your honey soaked lips
make me and so many others I’m sure, lose their breath.

Though I struggle against the seduction you provoke within the secret places that my heart hides. Sanctuary shall be I. As I become the bastion your soul needs and you become the healing that I need, deep inside.

How is it that you make the tides swell so strong within my being that I become lost within my own profundity? This level of emotional consciousness is new to me. 

I honestly never thought I would find someone who could respect me so dutifully, let alone someone that suited me. I suspect you do not entirely know what it is, that you do to me.

I swear this,
be like a spell.
I can’t even tell
how you lull me in to a state of unawareness.
Your words woven so well.

My heart aches with each loving glance as if you
remove firmly rooted pain with your eyes.
Tears spring and leap out of mine, like living poison fleeing the very body it was sworn to hurt. They fall to the ground and disappear in to the thirsty earth.

Your whispers make me surrender and I give all of me to you. My gentle conqueror. I never new passion could be so clean.

I thought my love, my ache to be loved and seen was obscene so, I warred as a warrior when all I really wanted to be was somebody's Queen.

You devour all that is sour from my heart and soul. With your smile, your voice, your affection and passionate kisses that are both forceful and rough, yet gentle and moist. 

Damn, this tear soaked pillow of a heart that takes so long to dry.

Damn, your words of healing and hope that makes me carry on.

Damn, this world so deliciously dismal, perpetually savage and unexpectedly innocent and noble.

Damn, your touch, your kiss and your addictive  lips that make me only hunger for more.

I swear this,
be like a spell.
I can’t even tell,
how you lull me in to a state of unawareness.
Your words woven so well.