how often i think of you... and how in a certain light, you look as though you are angelic... far from earth spinning above the clouds. you've made your own world, in which you are the queen. we bow at your royal feet, in hopes of pleasing you. deep in this dreamlike state i lie and wait for your return. my heart pounds. my head aches. my heart Aches. my head Pounds. if you only knew how you captivate me... lips that taste of honey and wine hair smelling sweetly divine skin so soft...nothing can describe the feel how shall i tell you of my love... words seem to stay in my throat, refusing to spew themselves out and to your delicate ears. i am less than what you Want. less than what you Need. less than what you Deserve. i would die if that only that suited you. -sarah b.