Moonlight lingers just so you can dance in its palm, under the palm trees while the sea breeze plays you a sonnet worth dying for,
The usually scattered sand now firm beneath your feet, the moon bears witness to this fleeting moment.
The water flows where your finger tip goes, out to the ocean you pointed your toes, eyes closed, I watched as your body moved on its own, waist moving from left to right in such a hypnotic motion, I was caught in a trance as you danced so gracefully.
What is this strange ritual, the rise of these drums, badum, badum, badum in my chest what are these drums, I feel cold sweat running down my neck my drums beat at a pace that match your feet and this is beautiful to me.
This unique conversation between our souls transcends the greed of flesh, I crave your music, I resonate with the nuances in your breath as you increase your tempo so do I increase the pace of my drums.
Badum badum badum, they beat all night, my eyes glued to your figure as I try to grab the essence of your movement, I want to put it onto pages like waves of the ocean, I wish to capture you in motion to decode this spell, but by the crack of dawn you were gone, and all that was left to prove that you and I existed that night was the print of your body in the sand beside me, and even that would fade with the waves of time, until you come back my drums will beat for no other, for you are eternally my moonlight lover.