A drop of spice, One droplet of water From frozen ice Leaking from one milk-white breast. I sail the whole ocean Around your godly form. I take what I can devour Of your Earthly nature. Your beauty is the soil, Your vulnerability is what I crack, While I drink a faucet from your softness Between a heavenly pair of thighs. You look upon growth, The growth Of a dagger in hand To your sheath. I shall disarm myself For it to be placed in its bottomless shelter. Love is a tomb, Love is our sacred dome. Love is where we scatter Our words to the breeze. Lust burns itself an image Of your beautiful face. Love burns your hair, your skin, As it does the stretched lace. I breathe skin as fragrant as the ocean, I consume tresses as black as the night. I wander a form as elegant As our love is decadent.