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By distant moon Date: 2006 Oct 31 Comment on this Work [[2006.10.31.23.06.29171]] |
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I need the feel of your heart beating against my chest. The pressures and the trembles... And I can taste your deep breathing, arching back. As our sweat beads and trickles... The culmination of this moment alone, just like stains on your dress... would be perverted yet so beautiful a passionate trust... Yet I fear what's in my head will kill this true love. And you will view my intentions as simply cruel. Your thoughts will lead to anger and that's too bad, when all I'm trying to do is to love you more. I dream a moment when I'd find you, and I dancing together, tango. You'd smile lightly through a simple, white veil while a hint of sarcasm surrounds the moment. The distance of this situation drives me, like a poet drawn into a tortured love, and Everest would not quite be tall enough to stop me from deciding on you. Yet I fear what's in my head will kill this true love. And you will view my intentions as simply cruel. Your thoughts will lead to anger and that's too bad, when all I'm trying to do is to love you more. |