To my eye sight belong to her curves. My hands did not know heaven. Till the rodeo became her. Sweetness to her mystique that became queen like rain. And now I'm envious of the rain. Curves and a frame that slowly haunt me. My mainframe becoming the veil split between pleasure and agony. To know the bittersweet in-between. Suddenly I knew her saying my name was everything in nights where my emotions bled loudly on paper. To remember her whimpers and whispers and knows she is the emotions entirely. Humanly fragile but a goddess to me. That jiggle just waves in my brain. The tattoo of me falling. To the reflection of love made beautiful. Her whispers and raspiness. When my recurring habit of a sweet dream. Yet waking up seeing her. My breath lost. Happiness like glue becoming me. Nonverbally I roll over to opacity. Knowing sultry by design became my subconscious's own everything. She was the dopamine high like the sun. Suddenly my ideal of the full moon's everything. Suddenly I envious of warmth that the moon linger to every night. Midnight to know a sensual form of poetic devouring. Yet I worship this sensation fully. To emerald green like Penelope to Collin. Was the lil details that meant everything to my pen. Melting her heart again and again. Softness was the home I ache terribly to comprehend. Vulnerable nonverbally haunted by the warmth of gentler design that became the euphoric reasons why my hands spoke loudly again and again. The touch of fever. The necessity alone of falling. Her voice a velvet veil. To get lost and yet wander in. Knowing sweetness deeper within. This sugar tenacious rush again and again.