Sparks Unite

Carefully calculated steps.

Entertwined fidgeting fingers.

His voice is as smooth as the road,

that framed our padded steps.

the winding road. 

Pitchblackness allowing our voices to echo, 

losing its direction,

getting lost in our converstations,

engulfed in feeling your

perfect hands, 

connected to your muscular arm.

Your broad shoulders wrap around me,

as the temperature drops.

Heat forms between us,

with your body so close to mine.

Attentive to your glorious body,

its movements, its structures. 

*Oh my, I am so lucky* 

So wonderously lost

in your beautiful smile.