~You're the feeling that makes my heart melt into a caramel abyss
I can taste the sweet demise you subject me to on the tip of my tongue
This sugary concoction flows out of your soul and seemingly by magic, or maybe alchemy, transforms into the feathers that come together like wings to lift me up beyond the natural heights of my masculine flesh
Bringing out the fleshly, carnal desires of my soul that force me back down to my knees
Begging for you
Yearning for you
Praying for every piece of you
For your essence is the answer, the anecdote, that will cure this desire you've sickened me with~