Oh, the wondrous anticipation,
Of your touch!
Is too much for my body to comprehend.
My mind cannot
Process these sensations logically.
We were led to believe,
that true love,
Does not truly exist.
However, the sensations,
that travel like electricity,
Through the pathways of my human form,
Tells me otherwise.
Is it just the flavor?
of the forbidden fruit,
that makes it so sweet?
Or is this the real sensation,
that many speck of,
but do not ever experience?
If ‘tis but a dream,
may I never awaken!
Let me live within you,
Contently, near the strong beat of your heart,
that tells me, that you too,
are experiencing,
this magic that doesn’t really exist.