By: S.Cain
The sweetest taste of rapture on your lips
The softest touch of gentleness on hips
Their bodies and mind in a partial eclipse
Unavailable to the futures script
Understand me
A soul let free
Don't have to be
Life's guarantee
His frame entangled in her perception
His reasoning to hold her attention
All thoughts held in a tasteful conception
To allow their bodies own ascension
Figures prepare
An evening shared
Hes unaware
Shes in a stare
Her intuition is locked in his view
Her uneasiness is swayed by his too
Their contemplation has become a clue
As to the belief of love overdue
Let someone in
Through the thick skin
And feel within
A needed sin
Their faith becomes a flirtation of lies
Their hope becomes a creation of tries
All in a world full of darkness in eyes
Abundant with the most silent of cries
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