Sense desisted beyond all sensibility
tumbling towards affection deep.
In essence that fond overwhelming proclivity
began to enter my body and seep,
into my rapturous broken bones to lay
It’s magic transforming me to someone else.
A person whose turbulent emotions could weigh
against cold hard logic that seeks to delve.
Despoiling the beauty of love’s sweet kiss
stilling the heart, quieting mind,
against the caress of soft lips on lips
taking away and dulling the amorous shine.
Begone logic, matters of the heart be true,
that my place is here in bed with you.