Desire

intrigued is different than love

You are my world. 

Your eyes, touch, lips, blush, 

Consume my conscious desire. 

Hands caress my features as they are new, 

To you my love. 

I let myself seek more, 

Climbing into your cries and caves.

You have so much more than I have seen before;

I am intrigued. 

Then days, weeks, months, 

And suddenly I think;

I cannot take you to shore,

You will only wash away.

Author's Note

I'm not looking for actual critique, but thoughts/feelings are always welcome.