Love, But the Crew...

What hurts the most

Isn't what matters at all

The beat drops, the room silences

I feel the music pulsate my heart

My lips glossed

Your walk across

The room, slow and steadily

Starring into my soul, as I

Hold my champagne glass lightly, hoping

Not to drop it

My mind is silenced, but my heart

Never lets go of the beat.

Our eyes meet, as closer we get

And once we are within breaths distance

We smell each others perfume, close our eyes

And let time fly by.

It's the end of the night

I haven't seen you, nor you I

Smiling at all, we say our individual good-byes

He opens the door

I step in, sit

He walks to the front of the limo

And off we go in our own

To our homes

Undressing of all the nights brilliant apparel

At the same time, trying not to think

Of what was seen

The water cleanses as eyes closed connect as our minds

Bathrobes, lotions, silk bedding

Heads on pillows

Sleep is near, but before

Our eyes open

Connecting far away into the others, where

Our souls connect and say

Goodnight..