Amethyst

Maybe its the way she hold me, but her embrace has left stains on my heart;
Her words hymm beauty into my ears, then my mind folds with thoughts of nothing but her.
Damn, I'm fucced...
But fucced so good my knees quiver and leaves me subdue to her will, her power;
And it is one look into my eyes that send shots of an aesthetic life together.
Who can complete me more than my amethyst;
Poetry so divine our pens make love leaking juices that forms words that creates pieces out of this world.
And she... She is outta my world;
Which is why I'm so high when I'm around her,
Brain raped and spiritually molested, it brings me back to the days I were 5;
But I enjoy it this time.
So I keep going back for more, yearning for her love;
Until the day my soul is at ease, and she is completely with me