Passage Poem by Ovidd

I have not loved
unlike any before
who have ever felt
her wisp of velvet

such touch
upon my skin
bringing shudders
even in the depths
of summer's
humid warmth

of which
caresses
she as tongue
to ear
her softness
reaching deepest
into my deepest deep

and with all
engagement
her thought embarks
as sails against a
darkest blue of sea

leaving me
standing
ever gazing
toward
distant distance
empty and devoid
of all heart-felt
hope

to ever again
seize
within her eyes
such pools
of fruitless lust
reflecting
all of mine