The Concept

It was neither love nor lust.
It was the concept that I perpetually sought.

And she had it
Her thoughts, her fantasies clouded my darkness.
I yearned to be inside her.
To be consumed in her fury like others.

But I missed it for I lead her to some other
Still I yearn.
Why, just to have an experience
Or to realise her words that creep inside
And define me from within.

A tease, she is.
Of lascivious flesh and indulgent mind.
She is the poison
That will magnify my senses

Its is her
I sense it already.