She Is

She is heat on my skin on icy December nights,
And relief from heat waves in mid July.

She is comfort in the darkest of times,
And a wake up call during delusions I linger on.

She is the sweetest of secrets I keep on the tip of my tongue,
And my most boasted trophy.

She is sweet nothing's whispered in my ear,
And painful silence on lonely nights.

She is bare skin so hot to the touch,
And the most beautiful woman in elegant dress.

She is promises and plans I indulge in,
And fleeting love I must chase after.

She is love in my heart,
Lust on my thighs,
Yearning in my chest,
And pain to my soul.