I sway to possibility.
Its timing dance swings
in six eight time
pushing the beat with
a
slow
four
between the hits or between the sheets... for
some reason, I hear Night Swimming
in my head. It's piano reverbant and sweet.
I swoon a bit for your company.
Also for your scent.
And the touch of your lips to
my lips
As your body is tight to mine
in ways bodies
are not normally as
tight.
Carefree and flawless.
I falter a bit, with my words, when you're around.
There's much I want to
say;
About music, about art.
About what I feel when I see your eyes light up, that way they do...
It is exciting, and I'm in.
Completely piqued, I want to know more.
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