Erotique

Erotique

Transcending the smoky groan
Scent and salt arouse the flow
Misty taste in seeking eyes
Reveals smiles in the fading lights

Incandescent thoughts across the room
Whispers lines and awakens the bloom
Laying down high and low
Fulfilling slowly the panting soul

The whipping rhythm followed naturally
Remanescing pieces of who we should be
All our lies forgotten on the floor
As I ask myself `why do I ever want more?´.