The lower species feeling.

by †Maria Marcilene Misere†
(In your pants.)

The light in your eyes,
shimmering,
sparkling,
it makes me want you more as ecstasy increases.
Moving together as one,
I feel the love as you rest in my grasp,
even as a stranger when we met,
I felt the lovely connection between us.
If to ever break this bond,
us lovers,
Broken.
As evil flowers steadily bloom,
into an array of colorful doom,
If you are gone and I feel so astray,
people will just die and feed us the same way.
Yet I know,
We will always be together,
through all the good and bad.
This may sound cliché, dear,
But I love you.