Diary Page No. 13

I feel you trinkling in my veins
Poetically paraphrased in sequences of sonnets
Unpredictably captivated, I am yours
Beckoning me in the warmth of you

Still you stand motionless illuminating the constellations
With sparkling resonance, I breathe you in my loins
And I know that I'm in love

I'm dancing my way along high narrow beams
Euphoria slips between my toes
Enigmatically captivated, I am yours
Beckoning me inside of you

Your head tilt back
With the gleam your eyes
As you kissed me gently
And winked twice
With questionably queer responses
They undermine my sober senses