look at me now, — devour me, — rock your love on my lips ⋯ their savor tells you to tell me in the language of longing accented by a predatory dream the manner you feel me...

I feel as if you're infiltrated in my veins as if you're walking like a master  through my senses... Go ahead and walk. It's your own right. I belong to you, Love. I'm just saying what I have to… — Say