Death by Love
I'm lost in you; Immersed in dreams of you. My thoughts are centered on everything that is you. Your voice. That cold, stony voice that sparks passion within me. That razor-sharp voice that slices away at my dignity. That silken drawl that soothes away my pain. That voice, oh that voice I can't ignore. And your eyes. Those ebony eyes. Those blackened pools, I drown in the depths of them. Eyes that pierce into my soul causing it to shatter under your gaze. Those eyes, oh those eyes... I can't look away. Your hands, meticulous hands that piece together the remains of my soul. Those sensual hands that assault me feverishly with such ardor I have never been shown. Your hands... Oh I could never let go. Don't let me go. Your lips, they enchant me. Your sneer makes me cringe, and yet stirs heat within me. Oh, how those lips can create such words that bring me down, but a touch of them can send me soaring above the clouds. Your love will be the death of me. Who knew dying could feel so good?