Auburn breath

We could write a contrast

two pictures and one screen

vivid imagination and realism 

tonight, you want to dream.

And, who can blame you, I do too,

why'd you take away the thoughts 

those inklings our imagination loves,

loathes others for maybe,

though I'm not a jealous person, angry

yes you can count on it dear,

so infatuate my mind with 

strangling memoirs 

beautiful words

entangled in my hair

your feeling

that which makes me so..

whole and Ah uncontrollable inside,

no one else quite does that you know.

So what is it about you, the mystery you try on,

can't say it works but, that's what I like,

Now I have it, I've figured you out enough to love,

sure you think you have me figured out too! that'd be it,

but you don't. So go away, are you bored..

haha there's so much left to discover, you weren't even half way down

my chest tensing up from your tender kisses, 

and while all, sanity evaporates here, right now, 

back rough from the rug you have me upon,

rustic logs on fire burns

take that crackle of my heart,

you just set it alight

turn me to ash,

no more would I ask.

You, my last. 

Reviews

[Nobody.]

passionate beyond logic's grasp. I got lost in this. That's good thing. I enjoyed.
Cheers!

[Crowley]

mmmmmmm.....this was quite the trip down infatuation lane, it was warm and wanting and totally enveloping. Great feel, great pace...loved it.

[Wondering Mind]

it gets all confusing, doesn't it? Well, sometimes it does.

[Lola Nation]

the singe of the beauty is well left here.