Given only purpose is the folly of what desire

Given only purpose is the folly of what desire
breeds for what is wanted on the chocolate
shoulders bared in the devils moonlight.

Lust is such an ordinary word to express the
True desire I hold for you, oh, unwitnessed
one who exists in my solemn memory.

Where Love exists is such as is known for
ages told unto, but my vision of your skin
exceeds the empath I extoll for your being.

All is what I wish to give you and that is not
justice perceived but a purpose as follows what
I always have need for a human subscribing Truth.

Oh my brown skinned lover as I dream caress
in the autumn of my life and my fantasy ardor
is an adjournment of my hope to retain safety.