Let’s worship on the altar of this love
Offer ourselves in passion
and the curtains of climax shall part.
Repent of ever holding back,
break the fast of my anticipation
in this moment, so pure
at this point so high, so holy
madly intoxicated, breathing nothing but your scent,
feeling nothing but your profile,
break the sanctity of your youth.
If we shall burn tonight,
let it be on this altar. Together.
And if the city burns, we’ll burn without pain
for we have known beautiful flames…
they consumed us like the furnace, seven times hotter
we drowned in the heat.
Confidence, my queen, you’re everything;
the moon, the sun and the stars all echo your beauty
You are my muse tonight, you inspire my writer’s instinct.
Your name rolls off my tongue like a sea of goodness,
and there’s something smooth about the way these words tumble off my heart
looking to meet yours half way
burning, searching, longing
to describe your silhouette
but this fire comes in short busts of cosmic energy
killing all coherency I ever mastered.
I am so consumed, drunk in your presence,
burning, searching, longing…
catch my imagination, don’t let it drift.
-The Lover at 2 a.m