I apologise in advance. It is quite silly but, here it is

I am fairly dying
to drown within your pools
ever when you are near me
I breath the breathe of fools
the air is electric
charged with mystery
pulsing, pulling, pulling
your soul and mind to me
I long to run my fingers
through your silken sulky locks
though you know it not
to mine your spirit talks
your essence, it is calling
begging unto me
take me, take me, take me
take me, set me free

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Mayan, in the year 238 AF.