Musing....

For my muse again..
Its called 'Musing'....


A sigh escapes my lips,
so much perfection,
too much to handle..

The sculpted angles,
the defiant structure,
a seductive foreboding..

What would it be like:
to kiss away the indifference?
to surrender to the interest?
to give in to the ultimate..

Would you be burning in my arms?
or make me quiver for your touch?
would we be meeting fire for fire?

Or would it be the perfect blend of souls,
where I know not for sure,
WHERE 'YOU' END AND 'I' BEGIN....