Oh So Sweet...

Hooked like a sugar-fin, these sweet whispers are more then just music to her ears. Lying awake unable to greet slumber with a simple kiss, her eyes dream the dreams of queens and kings. No worries pierce her thoughts tonight, only graceful transitions from one slide to the next provide milliseconds for negative reflection. Reading the script of his mind like a grade A student she finds no need for interruption, her timely anticipations leaves room for subtle glances into the future. In this spirit hearts race and veins pulsate with the gradual escalation of an inescapable feeling. She dances not in a vertical formation but in all sorts of arrangements, holding nothing short of sweet fulfillments. With her glass half full, there are no feelings of emptiness but merely sounds of passion smeared across these faces.  Linked like charms on a bracelet the reoccurrence of friction sculpts an elegant figure, one not from scratch but molded with every fiber of her being. Eruptions play one on top of another allowing for constant beginnings, no formulated endings, but in those last minutes pain is relinquished.

-EH