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..
Soul mates...
Not for this life but the next...