Seasoned Habit

Lingering, always,

phantasmagoria nerve endings,

a never-ending vision of you.

Breathtaking,

overwhelming senses,

you're in everything I do,

in everything I experience,

like an angel,

in the midst of my journey to quench my thirst for your tears;

or lack thereof.

Or a devil,

taunting and teasing,

illusion after illusion,

you are tantalizingly so.

A smile ever addicting,

with a voice of heaven,

and a touch like spice,

so much but a dream I long to come true.

Come,

like the red ruby wine of a God,

and the chaos flute of a devil,

trill and dance into my arms,

but most importantly;

never let me let go.