It is very clear there are certain objects in our lives that invoke susceptible
Poetical treatment, more so than others.
These objects are known as the artiest Insprata, the earning of our souls.
Providing the instance where that certain object changes how our minds bend
And mend the fabrics of sheets.
Hands of lust, touching;
Hearts of love, holding;
The condition of our elementary feelings are sculptors of art.
Things that are so obviously beautiful, such as yourself;
Easily brings fourth the communication of souls.
The feeling of co-existing in a state of muse and me.
Never have I met a person so fitting for the subject of my poetry,
Such as yourself.
Instinctively flowing from my hand to your skin
I feel the purification of abstract ideals poor from my mind like a steady spring in the,
Forest of my heart.
Breathing in your presence, as a run my hands across your painted back.
Flowing like the motion of fluid Aqua
Like blood to my lungs to breath your sensual art into existence.
