Her burning lust for him makes her dream him, feel him when he’s not there, and most of all long for his magic – though awake her eyes are open to his philandering, still she feels she wants him. Melancholy, she knows she must, and she does love herself, but his fragrance embodies her mind still haunting her forevermore.

These poems depict love versus rhythm from a woman’s eyes, illustrating his beauty, her lust for him, and her passion within. It cascades through her life in syncopation and her feelings deep within.

My passion becomes a flame at the mere mention of your name, a name that is as poisonous as lust, your kiss like a cobra’s touch. Eliciting danger, the danger of unparalleled desire for yet another.

Kiss me then kiss me again, touch me then touch me again, love me without ending. Romance me till my heart’s on fire, tempt me with your desire. Feel me. Unspoken want spills over at the thought of you.

Your exotic presence, your eyes like light so brilliant it’s hard to stare. The heat of your body is like a sauna or comfort I just want to melt into you.

All the other girls want you too.