Lenore

I feel her skin pressed against my own In a primal cry to the only gods that will listen, Burning bright and warm from the Cajun sun Nevermore. I taste the metallic familiarity of her kiss Mixed with the fragrant musk of cigarettes and mint With a passion no man alive could ever bestow upon me Nevermore. I smell her. The scent of brown vanilla and oil rising from her body Creating euphoria no drug can supply Nevermore. I bask in the glorious sight of her Glowing in the dim light cast from the lamp and television Shading her curves in the most forgiving light Nevermore. I quiver at the sound of her deep voice Vibrating along every fine hair that graces my skin In a beat only she and I know Nevermore.