Her

She is a vision to behold.
Lovely and Graceful.
Her smile.
Her stature.
Luminescent and Pristine.
She is the ideal woman.

I crave her.
I pine for her.
To touch her.
To taste her.
To feel her touch.
This is my quest.

Fingertips lightly stroke her skin.
Sliding over her like silk.
Her body warms to the slightest touch.
Her soft moans push my fingers forward.
Her lips are soft and inviting.
Her kiss melts my heart.
Her voice vibrates my soul.
Her smell fills me.
To smell her on me is only part of her charm.
The fire in her eyes.
The fire in her soul.
Her wit.
Her heart.
Her laugh.
She is the ideal woman.

She captures my heart with her with kiss.
She steals my will with her touch.
She makes me weak with her whimpers.
Her slightest wish is my desire.
To please her is my thrill.
To leave her, is the hardest thing.
I am at her heels.

Before you know it, you've fallen for this siren.

You fall hard.
You fall quick.
The trip is gentle & quiet.
Before you realize it you're hooked.
An hour isn't enough.
A day.
A week.
A month.
Waking up with her becomes a desire
To see her becomes an addiction.
To feel her becomes an obsession.

She is the ideal woman.

Hungrily devouring every second.
I must leave her.
Starved for her touch.
I must leave her.
Aching for her.
I must leave her.

She leaves me wanting, waiting, aching for her.
Why must fate be so cruel?

Will this be the last kiss?
I leave her again.
Will this be the last touch?
I leave her again.
Will this be the last glimpse?
I leave her again.

She is the ideal woman.

Her heart is frigid.
Her eyes are uncaring.
Her words are unkind.
Her body cold to my touch.

Passion grows into Pain.
Love evolves to Hate.
Lust moves to Disdain.
Hope fades to Rage.

No longer I pine.
No longer I ache.
No longer I crave.
Callous is the heart of the ideal.

Time will pass.
Attachment will dwindle.
Time will pass.
Her kiss will dry.
Her scent will fade.
Her fire turned to smoke in the mind's eye.
Soon she is a muse by the moonlight.

She was the ideal woman.