Tasting Desire

She looked at him like no other 

Her stare as innocent as her touch, 

The sweet chill of her breath 

Flowing softly through the air as she spoke. 

Truth untold in whispers sweet 

Her hand upon his shoulder, 

Slowly igniting his curiosity 

In visions that make him wonder.

 

To dance inside the twisted flame 

Or return to the unknown, 

Where love has grown cold 

And the only voice he can hear is hers.

 

Time; 

The one thing left standing 

From dreams born of a great desire. 

Never wavering, 

Yet always wandering 

To what awaits him on the other side.-