Her Taunting Power

The splendor of her soul augments my interminable desires Every osculation is a demonstrative of our unfurling fires To say a tall tale might be my tormentor forever To her my wobbling hands never says ever Every time I fall into the ocean of her immature cerise, My fervent heart melts to a mare berry My life turns to a wild of mystery I am falling into her tormented ferry I cherish her unrivalled knowledge Loving her unconditionally is my solace Al rather my slice of her sledge Forever I vow to dwell in her glorious palace! With every touch I receive My darkest scenes scream in unstinting glare I outlook on the roof to give in but all I can see is my Eve Honestly I fall short of what to say Holding my fires is my only move My soul dawns waiting to drink in her ocean Or maybe I will wait till the end of time!!