strangers meet

I saw her at this festivity,
Moment of a spark
Heart tempo to surge up
Her smile brings a shift of thrill
A glimmering of interest
still haven’t said a word to carry the glare

desire in hearts of hesitant
I can vision our souls on an intimate landscape
But don’t want to seem too apprehensive
thou I’m sure she would consent those thoughts

chills of autumn night
my tenacity kicks in
yet I yell to God religiously
for only he could understand
the rawness of what I feel

the smirk on her face says more than eyes meet
I took a glimpse of her waist, the texture of her skin
Twilight of may,
My bravery hasn’t sway in
But the intensity is same

I seat there for couple minutes
Trying to read her expression
Gold earnings hang over her neck
Long hair of red lines
I stood up, “whats good love”

And she responded “you’re a quite a man”
I said I appreciate the compliment-
you’re?

She said I am Sweet,
The voice that’s calls you
When you’re alone sleep
the body you long for
to keep you warm in dreams of ecstasy,
you ‘re?

And I said, I am nomadic Prince
the presence of a brown skin
searching for romance among
the darling tales.

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