MAJA
Adrift on
the noted breeze of your
music.
♥´¯) ¸♫´¯)
(¸♫´ (¸.♥´´¯`•.¸¸.♫´¯`•.¸¸.♥
´¯`•.¸¸.´¯`•.¸¸.♫*♥
Attempting to
focus on the here and now...
Transfixed....
I find my
mind being pulled to the wisps
of blue smoke
caressing your face
and snaking
through your black silky hair.
Your fingers
glide effortlessly across
the ivory keys,
creating a rhythmic
shiver that
creeps its way along my spine.
Taunting...
Your voice
reaches into the night air, you long
for my touch, yet
I linger...
in the shadows.
Teasing...
How long can I
hold out?
How long will I wait?
The anticipation
pushes me to the edge...
My breathing
slows and falls
into your rhythm.
I am yours....
Written: Jan 13,
2008 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
©Revised: Jan 25,
2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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