Wither

Ebony golden scars touch
Veins covered with petals
As red as her inner blood
Hidden to her perception
The scent of deep desire
Gently caresses her skin
She moves in brightness
So solitarily pure her lust
Shivering line is her body
Poetry her hands conceal
I'm the cold shaking child
Behind her velvet throne
Joint hands keep shelter
With every single breath
Her body praises up high
I feel her taste unspoken
Unable to leave eternally
She is my river and I flow
Her pleasure is my lymph
As dew on autumn leaves
In my loneliness I see her
In my memories I feel her
To the ground I crumbled
While I weep she withers