Amour Addiction

Where as upon the sky meets the sea,
and waves crash against the beach,
this lonely lover begins to cry.
Like the currents of the ocean,
love flows from thy heart and from thy soul,
in one fluid motion.
I can imagine thine inspiration,
in a black robe delicately patterned,
silky hair aflow,
this beautiful creature,
my only addiction.
Tis her I would only inhale,
I would savor,
and drink,
when from that black robe,
her body I unveil.
As sweat runs down her spine,
kissing her skin,
fingertips feeling softly,
as these lovers combine.