My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer

Candlelit Zone

Swoon my mind

While I indulge in the presence of your body with just my eyes

Keep me up on my toes

And I'll sweep you of your feet

Lay you down in a bed of rose petals

I am intrigued by the sound of your voice and movement of your words

I'll serenade you with a song

Woo you with out even touching you

While I intertwine my fingers in your goddess curls

How soft or course

Tendrils laying on a satin pillowcase

Filling the hollow space of my loneliness

You are the ying and I am yang

Yet you draw me in

How is this possible?

The probability of the chances that you will my queen?

Fate the significance of what is to be?

The truth who holds the string to your destiny?

The purpose of your success

Compelling the substance to persevere

Embraced your mentality

I digress

Let me take possesion of your body

And emulate the structure of your phenomemal essence