Scrage's Cryptic Writings

[Scrage]

Rapture
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I see her,
My gaze is held.
Unblinking,
She is my world.
A vision of beauty, my eye is beholden to her.

I hear her,
She calls to me.
Listening,
All I can hear.
Her sirens call, it draws like a moth to a flame.

I smell her,
Exotic scent.
Intoxicating,
She fills my lungs.
Breathing her musk, inhaling again and again.

I taste her,
Sweet, softened lips.
Drinking,
Her elixir.
Ingesting her love, my hunger it never abates.

I touch her,
Smooth silken skin.
Caressing,
And then we embrace.
As one we contort, entangled, enraptured, with love.