Yours lips are slighty coarse
a little dried by evaporation
that breath feeling aroused in focus

What is you want to say ?
wishing to intrude upon my mind
try to trace the images found
are you sure they'll be the ones though ....

and that's why you hesitate ....
.... wait
.... wait

I hear the clocks tick tocking
another hour soon .... gone
as this night won't grow any younger
and I'm sure it's been an eternity of minutes
still caught as you are
strangled by anxious passion
still unable to express yourself

I'm considering with diminished accent
that's what those eyes foretell
but quietly patient instead
I'm letting you have your show
the hour belongs to the here and now
but I can't explain it
that's something to let go with expression

Your fraility is equally attractive as your strengths
and it's not a matter of disinterest on my part
you just need to feel you
before we can truly interact
intimacy is an intricate artwork
you can't rush the weave
there's a risk of spoiling any pattern
creating an incoherency
where none should exist

So we'll just be
you and I
sitting here on this soft light night
sharing a gentle pleasant breeze
till my lady butterfly sheds her shell
and our emotions can wed