Ardor
She dances in star shapes
Crossing every inch of clouds a brain could conjure
Bathing naked in nothing but my love for her
What can a man do with such a powerful force?
To where yearning to be between her legs and
In between every vessel, vain and spirit
Consumes what’s left of the footsteps or breath he might of held back
She whispers, “Go”
He rushes like a child on a birthday morning
She shouts, “Help”
Armor torn and battered, he lifts his sword
Shimmering in the horizon
There are only tunnels when looking at her
The oval shape radiating warmth that shakes off any snow that may weigh down on his memory
Feeling primal in every bone
Draw near woman
And sparks will light this dark road
In tiny embers that lead to passion
That’s eternal.