Free Standing Invitation

With our verbal tango desire is fanned; Still I fall shy under a hunter’s eyes, knowing what such an intense gaze implies; Embracing the chills from such a demand this impetuous action was unplanned; Under the spell of what you harmonize, my speech sputters alive with butterflies; Now it’s time to dance I give you my hand; Finding so soft a soul awakens truth, rendering you limp in their arms like prey; I give in to this foreplay of passion step by eager step I let you break through; Try to steady and all I do is sway, make it a free standing invitation.