Serenity

All right, here is the scenario and the how. Defeat the deceit she believes to be hers, abandon the bond between us, with re-established trust admiration and lust must appear. Bring me a woman that has made mistakes, bring me a woman that can appreciate love. Allow the grace of my space be music and fire, offer me in peace solitude to display my desires. Allow the pens flow in rhythm with the stereos display. Fire in dance lifts morbid ideas in each instance to date. I will behave in paradise, that is if they never surprise my glide. I know this really cool place at the mountains base where we can get away for a few days, the grass of noon will creep below our feet bare beneath the sun of June. Now we no longer must linger in wait, the time allowed for slide past debate is lost on my mind. My side, the right, slid left releasing the shake of my hand in invite. Freedom yet remains the stake, though money is no longer illusion. I wish to say something on this occasion upon which we now celebrate, as long as Christmas has wreath I will have wrath and wreak havoc. You see love, mastering the art of conversation does not mean you control them, it means you are in them. Speak or fall, seek allies and meet demise, simply satisfying me with surrounding may eliminate inquiry. They are all so pretty with their smiles, so sexy with their denial yet none are beautiful. The three core parts of woman that carry the absolutes of truth: the eyes, the mind and the smile. For these attributes I offer dream and choice of my serenities. Let it be aggressively possessive, astonishingly perceptive, apparently personable, awakened passion paints a portrait of a poet.