CPW

He knows what's happening next
By they way I softly kiss his neck
Add how my body demurely descends
past his collapsing chest

My gentle hands are usually a
frailty of innocence
As timidness offers the illuminate
of a greater suspense

There's always that one glance
That begets a true romance
Of eyes shining like fireflies
And stars twinkling against dark skies

As we rise to seal a kiss
In synced thoughts of wanting this
I fall past hips like hills
And dwell in the shivers of thrill

The leaves that hang outside
Can sway wide eyed
And the raindrops that peak
Slide in patterns unique
 
Will roll in envious bounds
As he swallows every sound
 
The night can't hide our pride
As our two silhouettes finally collide

Moments are hours, as reality returns
The only evidence to the time burned
Are the gerberas on the windowsill
That perished as our days stood still