Licorice temptress

Stolen by your words
My mind did reach
About how rhymes
so simple in absent jest
reached into me
A vigor once bestowed
Upon the Hype in me

A simple image of a great white
Of all your tortured fears
Makes me think of you
Whom I've never met near
I regress what I repress
What thru poetry you digress
My sweet licorice temptress

Wrapped up in Blue
In my mind all I've needed
Was to rhyme with you
This tortured tune
A distance not that far
But yet I dare not touch you

For if our lips did meet
Where words form
It would be utter defeat
Cause in our minds a storm
Both of us truly
Fantasy we were born

Let us tempt fate
To see if it's sworn