06.03.04
Blue in the midnight still
Silent breaths steamed the darkness
And then I felt him steal my will
Moving smoothly, sleekly like the
Wicked incarnation of fantasies buried deep
His eyes intent, never leaving my own
As he neared me, my heart began to leap
A maelstrom of emotion swirled
Within me like a whirlpool
As he leaned toward me, his lips
The merest inch from mine, beckoning like a siren's call
He smiles then, he knows, he understands
Indeed; he feels the magnetism, the force
That pulls between us in this moment in time
But could we, would we choose this course?
Would I step to the left and let
The fabric of reality fade into the background
Or should I steer straight ahead
And live by the honour to which I am bound
Chains of fate holdin me fast and true
As the heavens open wide in a blinding cacophony
And in silence he waits. He waits.
Offering my heart the sweetest symphony
Temptation incarnate pure, untainted
His hand lifts and brushes my cheek
My eyes drift shut, and my lips turn up
In the softest of smiles I feel my heart speak
Honour that which I hold dear to my heart
And stay on the course tried and true
Walk away from all that tempts the desires
In the storm laden night, I will find you.