What is this wicked stance
Not a lover with a cold heart
But another with a fresh start
Enclose me in your certainty
Make breath of bright
Fluorescent lovemaking
Walking into me
An open door
Without a key

What is this tragic trance
Not a raising of our voices
But a song for sensual choices
Wrap yourself around me
Making noises
Unforgettable kindness
Constellations that remind us
Of the imprint that we left
On daybreaks bed
Wet dreams beamed
Into reality

What is this sinful dance
Textures raised up from the sound
Passion rolling through the silk
Onto the ground
Chords of lustful breathing
Make all that once was just believing
Could be true when suddenly
In actuality this mood
Is deliberately driven
Like at the coast
On some late afternoon

© GÄ

Published by

Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of & - Tea Maker & Owner of - Hair & Music at