THE CONSUMPTION
I am consumed by you, the very thought of you, like the river Nile that runs deep in the heart of Africa
Like the setting of the sun, that caresses the land with an energy struck by the rhythms of time, I am consumed...
How can this be, when I only scratched the surface of your essence? This remains a mystery to me.
Your bold and beautiful gaze has taken my feminine side for a ride in which there seems to be no return.
You've affected me, like the spring opening the birth of everything fresh and new in its season. You are the reason. I know, you are the reason...
This consumption has taken me to highs and lows, which every woman knows, to that place that shakes her very foundation.
Yet, I must run and hide, for the tide is high and to get caught in these passionate waves would surely be my sweet demise, of which I am not ready to meet...
While this consumption takes its toll, I'm still on a role to resolve this enigma set before me. Where do I begin?
The sheer beauty of you makes me weak and that's not all physical. The impression of reflection simply makes me High!
My heart leaps and my spirit soars to plans of un-yielded ecstasy. I want you more and more and more...
As the puzzle unfolds and takes its tolls the consumption must be relieved. In what shape form or fashion is yet to be told. I have been consumed by you and my heart is yours to unfold......