the words slide, silk sheets in a tender caress
lighting sparks in your eyes, a deep forest of hazel
weaving their way through all the scars you hide behind
the shame falling to the wayside as the truth settles
the words that pass from these lips hold power
ringing through the marrow, the pulsing sinew
pumping steady skipping beats as the reality you see is displaced
Standing meekly before you every ounce of me
given freely, laid in your hands purposely
a show of the faith in the magic pulsing between
the fingers clutched in mine, the smile spreading
a mind all it's own as my soul screams never let go
knowing now that it was boken before
aching never meant to be presented as whole
till there was you standing there obstinate to the rules
life imposes upon us all the realities that confine us all
the magic brewing in you showing in the sparkle of your eyes
certainty spilling from your perfect lips, as you profess
the only thing to stand between what is and dreams, us
all words ceasing to have meaning as your lips find mine
the spell is cast, I am yours