it's quiet now.

quiet falls on side streets

light guiding tracks of soles

she steps, crunching into the snow

paced from the cold, there is no race

just warmth to guide her

home.

stopping in the street

the snowflakes whisper,

a tender moment to meet lips

with cheek.

drops of water form

with a kiss

so tender and sweet as their eyes

gaze and speak

without utter of a word

of a sound

of a tone

of a feeling

or a thought.

in silence, they meet.

a brief encounter

two strangers once before

skin softened by touch

becoming lovers once more

moonlit bath soaks them

bone dry warmed by the rye

deafening silence beguiles the soul

silken soft

the touch of velvet rope

memories cast a glimmer of past

hopes

a fiend for dreams

addicted to the sounds of

her heart beating.

her cheeks rosy red, dampened.

the beats take hold

pulsating through, purples and blues

crystals rest gently at the edges

of lashes

cute. It’s all so

fucking cute.

slowly becoming erotic.

it is in nature to.

it is becoming of her.

it is atoms impetus.

incite the calmness to her bliss.