Torture of the Heart

[negatvone]

I silent breath as you exhale
A stoke of air adored
Finding capture of my entirety
I may have to post bail

Your essence sucks me in with every glance
Upon this my mind will feast and dance

Bail for the capture of my mind
As I hold you close to me
No better torture can I find

To fight my mind within
Where shall I begin
To express how I feel
I think by now

You know the deal
Inside my head
My mind finds you
Tasty
For my body, a meal