Poetry By Porcelain Prince

Draw Me Closer

Hips swaying as you draw me near.
I look into your once lonely eyes and see a spark that was set ablaze by myself.
I place my hand on your hips pulling you into me.
The music plays in soft tones.
All I can think is how lucky I am to have met you in this life.
You smile pressing your lips to my neck as your electric touch leaves me stunned.
We sway back and forth.
I've found the one I call home.