Did god create you from the cosmic dust?
Your gaze is a poison, your smile a sin,
Your silhouette, a creation of lust.
But the crucial things are under your skin.
I have ventured to fantasize with you,
But your appearance maintains me awake.
I’m a lost ship and you came to rescue,
Waiting you, I wreck in the same mistake.
You are the source of my inspiration.
This is the sonnet that I never wrote,
I want you to know, you are the reason,
Reason of why I am your anecdote.
These words are a written taste of my love,
And you’re the drug I’ll never escape of.