just before our love caught
lust
I thought of
you being special
a box
of times, symbols
put away on a shelf up high
a woman an ideal
a ******
the realm of  
magical I  seem to make
a vision
then
I awoke to your touch your special fervor your
temperature as high as  mine
your needs the same as mine
your  body as willing
and I spent the next life of mine
remembering