To See Her Once

To look at her once, so alluring; is to see a vision of beauty so enduring. Her skin is smooth as viscose with tones of golden summers. A thought of her, is a dream of her moist inviting lips meeting mine, as perfect as the sun rising behind a bright setting moon, while my beating heart can only stumble and flutter. To want her contoured waist and hips, to desire her form more than breath itself as she inhibits all rational wit; is to know erupting desire and drown blissfully in it. To search her crystal eyes of subtle cunning and intrigue for the source of deep delight in a quest that violently invades all my days and nights; is to seek out the mysteries behind her misty gaze in a maze of lust and rose blossom haze. Seeing her once is all it took, and now she stalks my every moment, defying all reason just like snow out of season. All this is true if you see her once, she’ll make a believer out of any heathen, and take their minds and their hearts to new heights and depths. To learn all her ways, to find her epicentre in ecstasy and be privy to all her glory; is to follow where she leads, through heavenly doorways which open to Elysian Fields, and rest planted in her breast until eternity is reset.