Fascination.

I am fascinated by the honey-sweet nectar dripping gloriously from your adorable lips. Orchid of my heart, your velvet petals caressed longingly awaiting your divine gaze upon my mortal, shining, upturned face. Beneath your pedestal; pale echoes of distant memories and thoughts from before the victorious arrival of an all encompassing, long awaited love are washed away, forgotten shadows. Joyously replaced by decadent desires and willful wants. And I need to inhale your scent and touch your wings; darling, gentle Seraph.