Analysis of The Yearn

With eyes settled and such gaze craved
Hands caressed with tender words laid
one deliberation and she became my demiurge.
No words nor psychical grasp
yet she smiles.
She lingers for a while, not provoked.
But soon I'd have no choice but to render these
thoughts into memories of the long agos.
Yet for now I fold for lust is my thought given to this silence as these eyes connect, yet knowing she favors the opposite I still am fueled by the slightest possibility that these thoughts are mutual.
Dark and in silence is to devour her flesh for sure
oral pleasure is my choice and more as I'd explore
the romance from arousal to arrivals.
Dark and in silence I could be her Rohan.
Yet she smiles with no escorted indication
of the notion for her to stay a while