you look like potential.

you taste like intent.....

of the purest kind, of the highest grade, of the best form.

met you in a wasteland, but look how far we've came... and its been a long while since then, but there's still further, higher, deeper to go.

my complex love.

your kind is a rarity.

my sophisticated love.

this is fire and desire.

this is love and war.

this is creation and destruction.

this is virtue and vice.

as i've came to know it up close.... first hand.

no one could love me like you love me.

no one could touch me like you touch me.

and i:

see the potential in your eyes.

taste the intent on your lips.