Thy delicate digits, exuberant petals attached to the blossom that is thee,

Desecrate the sanctity of mine palm.

A powerful titillation shivers down mine spine as thy fingers fully intertwine with mine, 

Which are naught but a collection of serpents,

Dancing with unbridled zest,

And only capable of becoming tranquil,

Through the entrancing tune

Of thy tender grasp.

I look into thy violet eyes, glazed in sorrow.

Thou embrace me vivaciously, thy heart leaden,

Thy scent of lilac- sweet, gooseberries- tart.

Once thy lips release mine, I release thy body, 

Allowing myself to fall into the oblivion of the storm.