Mordib

We laid there, mordibly, aware of nothing but each other's breath,

Until the darkness came over us, attempting to extinguish our flame.

We stood, or should I say sat to be more precise, strong,

Not letting it affect our final act;

A great ending to a night so chilling that even death,

Wouldn't be able to corrupt our love; our game.

Each second spent with her is like a year long,

And thus my perception of time is twisted, fact.

The moisture of her physical nest of deception,

Is heart-warming and electrifying, mainly for her dwelling,

Is filled with only the sweetest juices of desired appreciation,

And for, as already stated, she is the closest thing to perfection.

No deception flees her mouth, ever, so I am gaily telling,

Anyone who asks that I love her; a royal sensation.