Each curl of conversation
stills my tongue, half-sentences
stranded in the mire
of biting reason

words silently form
protests, defenses
reasons and intentions

worthless to ears already fed
with the insistent conundrum
accompanying every attempt
at reconciliation.

there is a surge of electric energy
coursing through his veins,
it shocks you when he kisses you
but, my God, its worth the pain.

there is a madness in his soul
that takes your breath away
a madness that drives you wild
and somehow makes you want to stay

there is a lifetime of love stories
in each and every gaze
making you lose yourself in his eyes
as if you were in a beautiful elaborate maze

every part of him
has changed every part of you
and all your left wondering is

does he feel this way too

As the peals of your laughter ring a silver bell aloud,
Being trapped in your boudoir, sinks in to my consciousness,

Every single time your desire moans softly in pleasure,
It's hard to find an escape route, from this happy entrapment.