Steadily lay my lips upon slender hips,
hypnotized, aroused by this gentle kiss.
Our eyes, they formulate an idea,
the birth of a soul connection,
Finally finding the intertwining dimensions,
the design to be joined together at last, feeling alive.
We become lost in the storm,
traveling farther into the carpets of the forest, the unknown.
We adapt, we become like the Tinamou, afraid to sleep alone.
Creating a soft melody, only to entice the soothsayers ear,
a certain tone.
Construction of a pathway, cloaked by fear.
Thriving to find the opening, attempting to be in the clear.
Far away from the degenerates that roam,
the ones hiding in the plains, listening for our whispers, our euphony.
Carried across in the rain, the location, the destination,
Illuminated by the Moon's eye.
A bridge under the terrain where we bathe, we consume the gaze,
stars exploding and dying, while we lay.
Wishing upon the ashes,
A faze only for the tamed runaways.
Growing from within, a conundrum downpour.
An orchestration of the ultimate love survivalists.
Listen and absorb.