An embrace that makes the body curl -
as of a blanket in a cold winter night.
Emotions boil in the vacant mind
when her visage deludes my sight.

Private rendezvous enthrall in pleasure
but the public ones often in displeasure;
it’s hard to tame my possessive mind
to see her passion with others bind.

A moment’s distance translates to light-years;
Separations bring my eyes to tears.
I’ve always failed to name the emotion;
is it my love or lust for this enchanting creation?