The Hourglass Forgotten

Oh love! I hate thy taste. So sweet and lingering still. My addiction to your warmth consumes my heart in its breath of ever growing flames. What is this hell to which I am yet chained by thy dear name? Poison disguised in robes of comfort and assuredness. An agonizing death of the soul surely sustained at length by Passion’s moistened kiss. Lovely laid out in thy stark and naked form yet barren and sorrowful is thy lasting embrace.  Lips left hungry and wanting by the taste of you. Sweet misery is this now that it's known to me. Heart emptied in your absence. Void as the hourglass untouched and forgotten.