Significant Another

My eyes touch your lips and whisper look - you hear and sit satiated, flicking through some undeveloped polaroids you shake frantically. A silent forest fire blazes dangerously as you sit coy, crossing your legs, but I can hear a clock thud tick tock in the room. A sudden burst of rain hits the window panes lustily tonight; lightening tickles you to the core. The storm roars a deep, heavy cry. Now you and I meet eye to eye; we come together in our frame. Those photographs don't lie my love, let's hide our dark, dirty secret.