Ensorcelled desires

Desire do I to lay adrift in her illumined iris,
Even than to behold the tide of Sea echo the blinking of stars,

Desire do I to odyssey in her glistening optic,
Even than to espy Sol's rise over the snow clad peaks of North.

Desire do I to discern the allure of her staggering architecture,
Even than to descry the lunar whispers of a fair night sky,

Desire do I to rest beguiled by her blinding smile,
Even than to caress by my carpals the bands of the domed rainbow; one kin to firmament.

Desire do I to lay astray in her enthralling confab,
Even than to taste by my buds the fluff of the skyward hovering clouds.

Imbued through the fingerbreaths of me are a zillion desires;
Each birthed of her ensorcellation of my being.