She moves me
the way the waves
caress the rocks
on the shore...
in slow, rapturous rhythm
only to be calmed
by the ebbing
of the tide.
She moves me
like the sunset
ever so slowly fading from sight
with no traces
but the anticipation
of a quiet night
with the stars.
She moves me
like the whisper
of the night wind
blowing into this stark,
and silent room
w/ scents of wild passion.
She moves me
with her smile
as her clothes
dropped on the floor
one...
by one.
Like lines of a poem
unravelling on a page
line...
by line.
She moves me
(oh, how she moves me...)
the way the waves
caress the rocks
on the shore...
in slow, rapturous rhythm
only to be calmed
by the ebbing
of the tide.
She moves me
like the sunset
ever so slowly fading from sight
with no traces
but the anticipation
of a quiet night
with the stars.
She moves me
like the whisper
of the night wind
blowing into this stark,
and silent room
w/ scents of wild passion.
She moves me
with her smile
as her clothes
dropped on the floor
one...
by one.
Like lines of a poem
unravelling on a page
line...
by line.
She moves me
(oh, how she moves me...)
