slow dance

shut the blinds, open your eyes.  

look at where the love has gotten us.

feel what the lust has made of us. 

in the dark, amongst the shadows, here lies our truth.  

slow dance with me,  

we can't rush perfection. 

tic toc

the hands on the clock strike........ they don't forgive, and i seldom forget. 

indispensable.

you look like potential. 

you taste like intent..... 

of the purest kind, of the highest grade, of the best form.  

met you in a wasteland, but look how far we've came...  and its been a long while since then, but there's still further, higher, deeper to go. 

my complex love.  

your kind is a rarity.

my sophisticated love. 

this is fire and desire.  

this is love and war. 

this is creation and destruction.  

this is virtue and vice.  

as i've came to know it up close.... first hand. 

no one could love me like you love me.  

no one could touch me like you touch me.  

and i: 

see the potential in your eyes.  

taste the intent on your lips.  

vices.

virteously exploit these vices with me.  

come to your senses.

read my words and hear my tone....... don't let my message get lost in translation.

i'm going to make love to your senses, until you come to your senses.