Beauty and sorrow marry in your presence, become a perfume that sickens me to the bones. I'm lost to your rhythm, reverberating between the hollowed columns of my spine. My heart beats a segue as you play a libretto on my alabaster skin. Though our lips urgently paired and our searching hands, zealous.. they part. Then ever so.. carefully, softy, sweetly, quietly, painfully..you ebb and flow.