Salvation

Not was I in need of salvation
Nor was I in need of being rescued
Yet a cleansing essence took away my reason
How I would sit and look
Redeeming myself with long lost virtue
Oh let ‘em say for it was empowering, enchanting
His lips, eyes, his perfect brown skin
How air never tasted sweeter then in his presence
How water never came closer to wine, increasing my longing
Closing my eyes never felt worse than when not being able to stop and stare
Have a glance, take a glare
For ever will I visualize the nearness of him
For never will visualization become more satisfying than by thinking of the taste of his skin
For never will a stroke feel more caressing than by the touch of his hands which captivate me deep within
Total paralization
How he owns me,
Enchants me
Nothing else than pure fixation
Idolization,
For he is the object of my affection.