S͟͟C͟͟R͟͟E͟͟E͟͟N͟͟S͟͟A͟͟V͟͟E͟͟R͟͟
A snapshot captured, a moment frozen in time,
I wonder, dear heart, if you could be mine.
In this frame of existence, two spirits collide,
Painted with emotions we can no longer hide.
Can I be the muse that graces your screen,
A screensaver, evoking a love never seen?
With every glance, my image would remind,
Of a passion unleashed, of a love enshrined.
Curl my hair just the way you like,
Red heels, a little black dress, feeling right.
How do you like the pic I sent you?
A captured moment, just us two.
In the mirror, I see your eyes gleam,
Lost in the portrait of an enchanted dream.
With every curl, a twist of desire,
Igniting sparks that set our hearts on fire.
Red heels tap, echoing through the night,
Guided by whispers of passionate delight.
You are the muse, the one I adore,
In this little black dress, I couldn't want more.
Tell me, love, do you feel the same?
Can I be your screensaver, a picture to claim?
Our memories frozen, forever to be,
An eternal reminder of you and me.
I'll arch my back, an invitation expressed,
A language unknown, but our bodies confess.
In this dance of desire, a passionate display,
Unspoken words in every sway.
Curves painted in moonlight's embrace,
An intimate dialogue, no words can trace.
Whispers of longing, lingering in the air,
As fingertips explore, seeking solace there.
Bodies entwined, a symphony of fire,
A tight embrace, a burning desire.
Silent poetry is etched upon our skin,
In this sacred space, where love begins.
No need for words, for silence speaks,
A language only our souls can seek.
In this rhythm of pulsating bliss,
Our bodies converse, sealed with a kiss.
At 3 AM, my insomniac butt wrote this. Unsure of how I feel about it, I’ll probably delete it later. Toodles! ♡
