phyco1991

Effortlessly I can feel myself walking Gently, as thin strings pull at my heart, closer Tugging, I move in a fragile dance A rhythm escaping me, of which cannot be described Your eyes glistening now, your hands holding me A puppet to your will, I am now A calm air that sweeps across our feet Misty omens that tell of a long night a head Glasses of wine decorating diagonal white tables Aligned towards us as we faintly pick up speed Invisible waves of lust sink in slowly Pressing up against our skin Following us as we elegantly entice one another The rich velvet curtains hung, are blown away Windows open, voices of angels encourage