Sunday, November 20, 2011

Mum.

If it were able...

Right now, at this exact moment,
I'd grab you by the hand
And slowly broom us around the floor
In a brush swept slow dance
fashion.

Allowing me to lead,
and you to know.
How much I want you.

Hopefully your  coy could
drop it's guard,
if, just for a second,
to let me know if it

felt the same.