may i compare thee to a glass of red wine in a room well lit with three candles?
tonight, we're going to paint the town with stains from our past. we'll converse with the heart's language, love.
tonight, the floor will be our canvas, but i will not offer you my hand, i won't dance, because i know music leads the way to romance.
my heart yearns to fill the spaces between your fingers & take down the walls you've built around your naked soul.
our feet giggles and rapidly moves to the sound of Ol' Blue Eyes. Frank Sinatra.
stop playing that **** music, im a hopeless romantic.
may i compare thee to a dying abandoned romance novel?
let me read you. let me taste you.
tonight, you & i will be canvases. until our hearts bleed, we will write, we will sing, we will paint, we will dance, and let music lead the way to romance. but i will not offer you my hands.
lips locked. minds engaged. us, we're blank pages.
as we dance the night away, and we forget our pain, let skin touch and thoughts crave, let music lead the way to romance.
you got me all over you.
tonight, we kick back & cover ourselves with blankets of comfort. and we listen to each others thoughts.
let me love you. i think about you as much as you never think about me. let me love you.
i was touched by the sensation coming from your throat & the vibrations created by your lips. your voice.
can i build a home on your mind? i'll forever be lost in time but i don't mind.
you. you chained me with your eyes, you choked me with your love.
but i still won't offer you my hands, because i know music leads the way to romance.
each time you spoke, it was a reading of the chapters in your soul. you told me, you hated being alone.
i found solace in your thoughts & your free spirit.
your body is the red wine. fluid. i drank you with passion & i got drunk off of you. i drowned in your wine glass of emotions.
i can see *** in your eyes. can i? can i drown in your waterfall?
i can see agony in your mind, i can feel heated passion on your thighs.
to what can i compare thee?
my lady, if we were a secret, how long would you keep it?
you have me open.
i was afraid. if i offered you my hands, it will lead to romance. tonight, let's just have our feet converse.
you had my heart first.
we painted the town with blue and red, with pain and regret, with all that we wanted to forget. but i will not offer you my hands because i know music leads the way to romance.
and we never cared that we painted the town, we never cared. we locked hands, for one last dance, and we let music lead the way to romance.
they said we were young. we were too young to love. but let's just dance, and forget the world. offer me your hands, so that music can lead the way to romance.
i always tell myself about you. at times, i catch myself in deep conversation with me. talking about you. i pray one day you hear me.
need to let you sink in. need to let you sink in. tonight, tonight only, i'll let you love me. let me love you.
all i ask, is that you pour out your wine glass. give me your hands, let's have one dance, and let music lead the way to romance.
Beautiful poet, drown in passion.