A lustful paradox,
Lost in the maze of desire
Like a hungry mouse
Moving around and around..

Trapped in the realm of love,
An old soul,
Feeding on the new romantics,
Like a madman, death of spirit slow.

Imagination runs wild and deep,
Beautiful bodies, violated,
Satisfied and fulfilled…
A vital life force for existence.

She holds the key to both,
My romantics and lust,
Drives a person to the edge
With her perfection.

How can someone be so perfect?