The synth of thee bewitching tongue

February 5th, 2025

My precious

It only took a glance for me to fall for you

you seamlessly absconded with my heart

locking my soul in a befuddlement

where time dissolves into a golden apex

an enchanting sorcerer

whose spell has me yearning for thy lips

the kiss you so wishfully deprive me off

is the only heaven my soul seeks

I would walk on melting glass to Nadir

only to pledge my devotion

I would climb to the zenith with my bare hands

on jagged rocks in a gusty day

to bath in thy essence

when in the blink of an eye

in a hush of rapture

you ignited my soul

which dances to the synth of thy bewitching tongue

Trapped in the lust of my reverie of us

Always and forever

Ibis