ethereal misdemeanor by William P Struckewith emotion rising, there is but a breath between us, two leaves floating in the wind waiting for a gentle nudge to fall together i can't help but stare into your eyes, those beautiful blue sparks pressing deep into my soul, my heart jumps into my throat and words are but a memory, if only to touch but once; my hand streaks across your leg--
desire is magnetic between us and a strong force it can be! some would call it lust, i just see part of life. the silence lingers and we stare, each wondering what might happen, what could be; weighing the price of indulgance versus that of never knowing...
fleeting, this moment is a brief touch of hearts, a pause in the road ahead, may we meet again, i pray in a simpler circumstance, a kinder flaw of reason - then part tonight we must, there are many tomorrows,
unwritten 02/21/2005 Posted on 02/22/2005 Copyright © 2024 William P Strucke
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