Time evaporates into nonsense when they converse
And her eyes swallows up his attention.
He shivers at her defiant forehead,
While the veins of his mind stiffens with tension.
He'll hide behind his steel charm,
Hoping the eyes of the future would elude him.
He'd swim in the bliss of the moment
And drown in the ocean of your devilish beauty.
He'll die to the pain,
Of raw green shame,
That even dead bodies have a more lively chance
Of inspiring the affection of his most desired trance.
Her affection! Her Cheer, he lives to sit in
And let her words drive him through her world as he listens
To beautiful nature. 
He would warm himself with the cold fabric of knowledge:
Time is a murderous physician,
He would plunge himself into the mouth of the hollow moment and hide from the dangers of the past and the dungeons of the future.
He watches this athlete sprint across his mind in chaotic silence,
Every second overflowing with her impressive speed,
Fast enough to elude his grasp, but slow. enough to overwhelm the tracks
Of his mind, wetting his fantasies with her sweat beads.
They would spread their diseased selves