Shot of an Electric Blue Vein ~

Shot of an Electric Blue Vein ~

 

Your eyes are so intense,

Crackling like a lightning bolt,

Flashing across a mass of ink,

And a blue, electric vein of strength,

Inside of which, a pulsation undulates,

And I can feel your arms,

When I draw them around my waist,

Begin to sing with the primitive beat of a,

Ancient basilisk, part of culture and part of a sultry,

Inner, burning fire of blazing passion, which is one which you must, alone, own.

 

Circle your arms around me,

As the wind is attentive tonight, and it takes up the muse of the moment,

Because as my eyes snapped onto yours,

We both heard an odd sound,

And drew in a quick, rapid breath on that chord,

As something caught in the breeze,

And, with that, my hair was whipped in concentric circles around my face,

The fire leapt out of your palms and shot into my waist,

And the world began to glide away from me in various shapes and colorful lights,

As I was tipped backward, of a sudden, and began spinning.

 

I will ride upon the clouds,

Shooting flames up into the sky to create an opening,

With a magical wave of my hand,

Somehow . . .

Somehow? Yes, I would do it for you, love,

And pry it apart, so that we can explore the skyline,

Once you give me a shot of that electric blue fire,

With a just one brush of your lips . . .

Come, now . . .

Come.