solemn sighs, unheard.
incredulously, the words unfold.
the tousled feeling of your voice.
harebrained, i scuttle in your hold.
the night wraps us in its silken arms.
can the curtains now be shed?
can the steps now be taken?
can the words now be said?
can we be done
before i come undone?
sparkling eyes, kindled.
softly, the lips part.
a little more of the warmth.
flushed, the senses depart.
the passion calls to its sinful charms.
shall we pay some heed?
shall we cease to hesitate?
shall we claim what we need?
shall we?
claim me...
