Virginal affair

 As the breeze sweeps 
capturing me in its nudity
The infidel mind seeks ways, for indulgence

To escape into the comfort of a golden anchor
Who will subdue my senses 
With his mental fervor

Accepting me as a substance 
Not just a flummery to be relished

Metamorphosing me into a woman of chaste elegance.
Without touching me

A dream with a touch of unfeigned warmth and care
Replenishing my discovery with intellectual glory

Guiding and embellishing me in unadulterated ornaments
Purifying me to be nominated as his chosen one

Where there are no expectations
Just a touch of the senses

A sterling connect
With whom I wish to be sealed forever

How I wish to delicately blossom 
in this virginal affair
But it is quixotic on my part to find any!

“The quixotic wanderings are playing havoc in my mind, the perennial desire to have you in a bind

In an unabashed dance of naked madness, dissolving in hormonal rush all the sadness

Invigorated by all the good hormones raging, the masculine madness rampaging

I wish to fly to you, to confirm if imaginations can ever be true”.