She…

Her panoply silver
I am eager to break
My heart is a river
Going to her lake

Her shining hair
Are sacred for me
To get in her lair
Something I cant vie

A lantern she holds
And light my eyes
My heart is cold
But she burns the ice

Her shoulder I touch
And strength I acquire
Her perfume I catch
My heart turns to fire

With her I am greedy
Begging for kiss
She is too windy
She trembles my knees

So soft is her skin
To gaze her is life
I dive into sin
Leaving my hive

I aspire her so much
But she is a blade
I need her to touch
With magic she is made

She is my potion
For my depth in mist
I’m lost in her ocean
She is easing my fist