Poem 1

A touch so soft and warm
It gives chills strong and potent
Salivating over electrifying pulses
To caress the senses
Unsure of what to anticipate
Thoughts begin to generate
Then again it seems
That there is no true ascendency
Emotion takes the reins
And leads desires into actions
So beautiful
That it brings Angels and Daemons to rivers
Of silvery biting zealousness
That stream down rose petals and rosetta stone
Pure passion
Pierces precious ponderings
Of intensity
This sensational ardor
Of these serene souls
Breathes vitality
Into cold corpses