Unsullied Pages

I vow  
to pleasure  
your spirit  
wholly wordless  
A silent promise  
polished  
by the hum  
of a music box  
Lining the immediacy  
with  
poise  
Whirling through  
the depths  
of impulse  
Twining  
raw incantations  
with  
the soothing cadence  
of a  
whisperers tongue  
Comforted  
by the passional affinity  
that seeps from his mouth  
Constant  
and  
craving  
A masterful raving  
Composed in song  
Settling in  
Clinging  
to the lore  
of unsullied  
pages  
Idling awhile  
in your  
essence