The Painted Face

hidden behind the mirrors.

A killer dress worn.

Night progresses.

Seeing what terrors,

lie with in,

your own mind,

secretly possesses.

As you see across,

the room.

Glances,

animalistic desire.

To touch,

entraps,

brings passion,

sparks fly.

Upon that first kiss;

uninterrupted necessity,

with intensity of a

thousand bolts running though your body.

Thoughts run

ramped though

the mind of the imagination,

Feeling real.

You can see,

touch,

taste.

The essence of the one you seek

to capture

with in your world.

To keep and ignite.

Something you have only dreamed,

could happen.

Never has;

yet.

A position

of sexuality,

erotica,

insanity,

intensity.

Since the mind was

captured at first sight.

By not the painted face,

but the eyes behind it,

the soul with in.

While memories remain

in passing.

What happened.

That doesn't mean you can't

see,

in vision.

Touching the neck with

your lips,

pressing softly against

the skin

As the tongue

darts,

hands trace

upon the arms

Causing pimples you

feel under the touch.

Rising the desire,

passion

reality of

what you want,

daring not to touch

For the flame burns.

Much like the loins that

ignites,

every time

you think

of what you could have.

Yet afraid to reach

beyond the mind.

As the vision comes to mind.

Of the arched back,

Untamed passion.

Nails down the

flat of your flesh.

Your stomach pulling in,

only for your breath to softly

caress the cheek of the

one you wish to

lay with.

Share,

tease,

impale a passion

only explored by the

bravest.

of

fools.

For treading

in shallow water

only hides the deep

ends that

loom,

A Drowning pool.

Tracing your fingers across the brow.

A breath upon the cheek,

as the hand lowers to the

heaving breast.

Responding,

reacting,

reaching.

Lips searching for that velvet,

acid

touch.

The touch in the mind

can not compare to the reality

of the electricity

experienced

by one simple

action

of

passion.

From with in

the gut it lies.

Even if it only

sits right now

in the back of your eyes.