For obsession/

So I have white heat burning back up my finger lanes
and tracing a hit in on my close packed churning mind,
got visions stacking up of her in her princess state,
(and how this is always),
slaying me with an eager magnetic young hunger smile,
just all aglow
and I'm aglow,
I twitch erratically but imperceptibly,
only on the inside, so she doesn't notice,
I hope she doesn't notice how my knees are bowing before her,
I hope she doesn't notice my subliminal pleas into her sweet pale weeping architecture,
pleas for her to carry me for as long as she can on this euphoric blind effervescent blessed tide,
does she even know the elated splendour of her own proud archway?

First seen time ago,
can't recall exactly but a sure and direct grip then,
clutching at my whimpering vulnerable heart
(always searching),
my eager flitting eyes seeking out the brightest most intense holy girl shine I had seen for longer than I could remember,
and yet still until now I only just realise I'm still drunk in the high summer of her impact,
she whispers legends and fearless stories,
buzzes in my second level repressed consciousness,
stroking my patient still wings so tenderly with her ageless warmth,
tears falling down me from her purest watery blue eyes,
fleeing rivers from disappearing inlets,
so much behind the physical presence of just those momentous glinting spheres that ascend me,
the whole of her, undiscovered and just oozing,
just for me,
for only I can know her as I only I can know her,
and all of her completeness wrapped in the aura of the most fragile and innocent strength,
the faint quiver of the morning of her lips as I imagine her breath upon my nervous neck at daybreak,
afraid of the consequence,
afraid to unravel,
lest I may never be able to bundle myself up tight and well enough again to travel even a few steps,
already I have so much unsightly over weight spilling out and sinking me down,
but this would release it all unto enhance me,
but then would this just collapse me into a shivering fool
without teeth to bite with and truthful arms to wrap around?

Last time not the most prominent in mind but the time before that,
honed and honeyed,
I'm gazing and she's just looking right back,
trickling her feminine magnificence all over me
and melting me slowly into the background
but at the same time sharpening my focus and her focus,
our beams gliding into each other parallel and high tone
so no room for unwanted interference now,
crackle out,
her channel is my channel is our channel is my chorus,
bursting my earspace, she screams with all of her longing,
and I just open my mouth and let her in,
her transparent liquid red yearning shoots fierce bolt back of my throat
and my eyelids barely flinch,
another shot, she dances all through me with those watery blue mesmeric eyes
and I can't feel below my neck
and don't mind anyway,
another shot and my own eyes begin to dissolve,
I'm blinking but can't clear the moisture,
can't see her but her voice somehow penetrates and soothes,
reassures that she's as lusciously soft of intention as she is intensely overwhelming,
my eyeballs actually disappearing now,
I tilt my head back and they slowly slide back and down my throat,
chasers of her liquid red love unto my core,
displaces my body entirely now from centre outwards,
I don't know the edges where in this blur myth swoon and succumb
and throat sweet yellow sticky barely breathing,
her lungs pounding for me,
her tongue surrounding me and embalming me,
calm but hot rise the lesser known buried fears,
they're out for resurrection and celebration,
to be sent far away from us,
we're invisible in our resting place to everyone but each other,
and then I blink to readjust the lens and look again and she is gone...