Sunday, 26 February 2012
Arms. A bit tanned, a bit muscular.
Sitting next to.
The masculine in your voice.
The implicit seduction.
You lead. I follow.
You have full control.
(The endless rooftop view.)
The excitement of being all alone with you.
The way your eyes look when they look at me.
The satisfaction of being on the same intellectual level.
The euphoria of discovering another persons thoughts.
So similar but yet so different.
Enhanced by more than wine.
Wish the night would last forever.