She swirls in the heart shaped air you graced her space with.
Twirling your image with the tip of her finger into her spiralling curls.
You are becoming well entangled in her blonde mess.
She can get high by the thought of you, and this awakens her...

For this feeling runs the course of her veins and plants itself right at the heart.
Her soul receives the message and the beat begins to start.
Her chest, it thumps your rhythm and her blood can hear your tune.
It's pulsing to the sound sending her right back to you.'

"Love doesn't need to be torturous.
It can be safe yet ever curious.
Lost in love, delirious.
But more than ever -- Real."

-xoXox-