Amber
All nervousness cast away in the heat of a moment,
Of a brush of skin, and a taste of sin.
Blinded in the in a whirlwind of love and beauty,
Powered by lust.
A love so much that it rattles the earth,
With quivering hearts in times of distance,
And shaking, nervous hands in the presence of your warmth.
Love of a different kind,
Not of touches,
And whispers on skin gone unseen,
But of words and music,
Of purity of feeling,
Of laughter stuck behind pearly whites,
Holding hopes of happiness.
Of a brush of skin, and a taste of sin.
Blinded in the in a whirlwind of love and beauty,
Powered by lust.
A love so much that it rattles the earth,
With quivering hearts in times of distance,
And shaking, nervous hands in the presence of your warmth.
Love of a different kind,
Not of touches,
And whispers on skin gone unseen,
But of words and music,
Of purity of feeling,
Of laughter stuck behind pearly whites,
Holding hopes of happiness.