Relinquishes to no one;
vanquished solely by my presence.
Satiated only by pure love,
erotically sounded by your name.
Rituals aren’t enough and
verbosity is just too plain
Evading your touch, Maria, is my hell.
Beneath the curls of your hair, was
ecstasy of no kind,
an experience of soulful poetry
unembellished with lies.
Though you have not the slightest affection,
You are my pain and glory.