My Temptress, you lathe resting on your silken sheets,
Adorned upon your seductive cradle like the only jewel in a crown of thorns.
I cast away my wicked soul, and curl myself at the altar of your feet.
You are my salvation, a goddess surely sent in spite to torment me.
A forbidden fruit, cursing me, that my gaze may never see perfection again.
Venus Ascended is surely your star.
I am damned by this irresistible passion beyond reason to belong to you.
Chain me to the wall of your infernal desire,
Inflict each one lying dormant within you onto the canvas of my body.
Your beauty is as enchanting as it is terrible to my freedom;
Touched by your Angel Grace, I will never be the same again.
You haunt my dreams, a sirens call whispering my name and summoning me near.
My Fatal Addiction, I'll never realize how lost I am becoming until
I have forgotten my way home.
You are the rainy day that waters the flowers of my soul.
If only the last of your defenses would crumble at the first kiss.
Then tomorrow I would have you would rise and sing, and never want for anything.
To facilitate this craving that I could possess you for a single
moment once in a passionate embrace as how I offer you myself for eternity
I am omitted in the labyrinth of your curves, inhaling the scent of your perfume.
I am intoxicated and as such, dead to all else in this world.
You are the one thing that makes me feel absolution; I feel my sanctuary in your eyes.
And sense my undoing with that first taste of your lips.
I am praying, let my be your reflection, let me be your shadow.
I can be your perfect twin, your second skin.
Exiled to the cold without your touch, will you let me in?
Faith's thoughts on Buffy
The End
