I'm coming with my legions of angels and demons;
I am looking for a place to rest my bones,
(A place of my coming home.)
Where you do seclude me to the moments of entrancing magic;
Washing together are we, in the elixir of constant desire.
Souls meeting; melting -
Inseparable from the bonds that knit us in the fabric of love, we become one;
Only to be torn apart but never to be separated.
I enter as a King, leave as your prisoner.
- Mohak G