night falls in waves of dark cerulean
again, I am taken by the thought of you
time must move slow
at the way my mind thinks you through
a love song plays its sweet tune
distant compared to my desire
slowly we move
dancing to the beat of our burning fire
feelings grow strong
grounded and stable
you plant the seed of romance in my heart
bounds of emotion becoming fatal
Yearn for your affection
Sweet- the taste on my tongue
your sybaritic words filling me up
and to you, I clung
My words mean not of only sexual desire
be clear in knowing I want it all
we can be spoiled in platonic pleasure
and in you, I will fall