My love, like the glory of purple in a pansy flower, is majestic, rich, and vibrant.
You fill my senses with mystical fragrance which awakens my deepest longings and urges.
I no longer trust instincts to guide me concerning you as you have high-jacked my being.
I became yours that moment you appeared in my world; now I long, lust and live for you.
I crave a look from you, a slight touch or some suggestion that you truly know me.
I am your captive. I freely surrender all I am or will ever be to the here and now of you.
Take me unto yourself enfolding me in forbidden layers of dark and into your light.
Whisk me away into your world, recreating me as your own, fused to you as one.
Be my love, for my soul longs to cling to you through life and to a never-ending beyond.
By: Christine G. Stuart
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