Intentions!

Can we dance in the midst of the night. 

Your lips look so right. Butter soft touch, 

body moving with a pinch of pepper walk.

The way you talk, comfortably and casually. 

Physically capable of breaking walls with 

just one shake of your hips. Oh how I would

like to be woven into your silky garment that 

you hold so close to your heart. That flower, 

that rose, that peddle that you hold so close

to your nose and smell with closed eyes

forming dimples and the feeling of love. 

That is truly the affect that I want to have 

on you and continue the same path as

that rose, ending up right next to your soul.