My heart's pulse drowns my ears in your music. Thank God it's you of all muses to make it pound risking rupture bursting valves with lustful wonder, you feel like liberation, siren sunning yourself on the rocks waiting for me to crash violently into your arms Patient, for we harmonize on one wavelength the moments to be savored for what are young nymphs to do but lay there in the waves entranced by the way electricity pounds through our veins when insatiable desire is both given and requited whether I like it or not I'm drawn by compulsion to the song of my manic propulsion toward your flower and heart our chapter starts as requiem of a dream pinprick of addiction it seems interesting for me to think of where it will lead
