That feeling again
Its been too long
I sense that our paths will again cross
I shut it down
But you're still on the radio,
In my Poetry
In my soul
hanging like a kiss in the air
The anticipation curls it's self around me
like a sleeping fox
one eye open

Hope rising like incense

Crushed by the inevitable promise of fate

But like a silk flower
released from a cruel grasp
I unfold blooming,
straightening out the wrinkles of love
begging to be crushed by the passion again

The hopeful fox gently nudges,
I pretend not to take note
and dance with the knowledge of your persistence

You're so **** bad for me

I can't believe you feel so good!

I can't...

Wait..