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