The Depth of Thoughts

She walks in beauty with the night silently, alluring to devour. Tell me here! Show me ... it needs not saying! Listen ... what tune the enchantress plays? ... Am I lucid? Intoxicating beauty Oh woman where have you gone? Now that I have tasted of you, how can I keep on? My flesh burns at the touch. My heart burns with regreted love. Drawing me into her soft authority. Lips full and perfect body perfected to make many swoon.