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.