There is a drop of emotion and a twinkle in the eye beholding what might be the newfound thought,
Cuddling desires making it yours clinging to become upfront and yet the subtle stage of silence,
Firing it up all the way to your eyes burning with rage when not given the wheel of life,
Guiding your own way making your own path knowing the limitations stretching them more,
Fighting for self striving to be true making every step to-wards an honest mellowed sensation,
The gait of the temptress the moves of an ancient goddess in presence flowers do shine,
Sweet surrender that you are under never to be forgotten of untold mysteries of the wind,
Spices yet chills a moments suggestion short-lived into a lifetime possession,
Gaze of enmity soothes into a longing for love a little unknown misled thought in the back of mind,
Twisted upon the fate's desire to be pleasurable yet painful a senseless yet sensual experience,
A desire which started it all yet which was but forced to perceive what we wanted,
Our aspirations our own will comes in form of picture after picture to form a motion of limitless dreams,
Wanting to be me than they wanting to be us than them wanting to be together than world!
