Wiinzta

 I asked in a whisper for someone like you.  Oh, what an entrance!  What a change in events,  how perfectly planned.  By the grace of the universe may we both grow and remain curious for each other.  In wonder, gentle in spirit, fierce in desire, beautifully entwined.  Let's build it.  Let's build it, slow.  Like the anticipation of our first kiss.  The wild rush, the euphoria, the ecstasy,  Running through every brain receptor,  Invading and trespassing time and space  Because our lips finally touched.  Let me give you a gentle love, patient soft caring slow burning  A - let's walk everywhere - kinda love Let me show you companionship,  a teammate, a place of comfort that keeps you wild.  --- Wiin 

 I've been walking these streets.  They know me well.  But now, I look for your steps, your smell...  Printed on the edge of my brain is the frozen frame of our ephemeral touch.  Dimmed lights.  Your legs between mine. Green, gray, light; your eyes.  This eyes that yell at me to come in.  Slow burn,  The sweet process of absorbing every millisecond I get to walk with you.  Trying to remain sane when every cell in my body is in inner strife.  I can't deny that extending this slow burn has me dancing in the corner of delusion.  Waiting for this yearned delicious catastrophe of chemistry that we've built.  ---- Wiin 

 My dear,  What will become of me now? There's not a single second that passes by that's not a delirium to think of you.  The world stopped obeying me.  There's nothing left but to imagine you.  Insatiable is the euphoria that I would get from caressing your skin.  There's not a second that doesn't burn in this fever of thinking about you.  Having you close and maintaining my sanity has been the biggest challenge I've had the last few days.  My dear, What will become of me now?  Now that you have me at the mercy of your voice.  At the shore of your walk.  At your feet without thinking.  Just by breathing your same air my skin bristles.  Just by feeling your presence on the other side of the corridor my soul flies.  My heart beats fast. You have my absolute dedication.  My devotion with no return.  My dear,  What will be come of me now?  ----  Wiin