Quicksand I sink

into half way tired.

Palpable emotion

I’ve for you mired.

It exhausts me to

follow your path

when you do what

is complex math.

Add I have all the

times I multiplied

for a state tender

I see in your eyes.

It is for not I drive

inside a passion fed.

My lovely darling I

feel caution in red.

Tease my want dear,

it gives you a control

over common sense

so I sacrifice my soul.

Sunk beneath earth

do my feet move not.

In your mystic gaze

I feel passion so soft.