How mystical you dance, Skipping over the surface, I peek out the window, Just for a look, Into your shimmering soul, As you provide life, Thoughts of your value, Whilst you descend, On moonlit nights
As we struggle for air Waves crash black bones, Trees subjugate, Flocks congregate, Lost, like dog without bone, We wither away endlessly Without a say, but remain warm For arms of open joy, As we fear we might lose A place we once built, But remain blind Of her flawless beauty.
A steamy room, The mist will hide, That of passion, and lust, Heat adding to the sweat, Already falling from your *******, Because those enticing eyes, Watching into my soul, Tell me, you want me.
why is that our senses are so accustomed outwardly rather than peeping inside one's soul?
Strangeness of virtual world - This virtual world seems so dangerous.. we connect to each other virtually but often when met in person everything vanishes into ashes as if nothing mattered at all rather than appearance!