Impulsive

((Must think before you make your move it is hard to sign your heart away in a moment of passion.)) Baby blue, eyes sparkle, blonde hair soft as silk to touch, tempted to devour away, the site before me stand. Impulsive thoughts combine together lust and love as one, no mind to decide what would be wise to do, in this lovely situation, that stares back at me. Sultry attraction, plays forward unto me, I must touch and fondle, a sculpture so perfectly made, an angel that does not exist before me stands. I silently close the door where you stand trying to forget I saw perfection, unknown to me or anyone, that lingered among this site, not meant to be seen by human eyes nor love, that swam toward your image as fast as I caught myself, fleeing away, with tears dripping softly to the floor once again. By Derena © 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)