A Passionate Stranger who wants to rescue us in at least a divine casual dance, for maybe no better reason than, we can! Silent days and nights I’m the one whose’ been dancing in your minds eye reaching out to you in whispers of the songs that I have yet to sing to you in your pounding heart. Why lay watching the moon lights again, as it drifts across your floor another night as life sifts through the hour glass never to return again. Where there’s a hole in the bed, where sleeps the passion as it tugs on your heart, where counting moon lights whiter shades of pale in dreamingly eyes of thundering feelings of passion, love, lust believing correctly there are alsoless wonders on the breeze of broken wings of a love with lovingly casual waves that keep coming back for more. Recalling the steps of days gone by when the dance filled our rooms as nothing before. Curtains danced the breezes songs of steaming youth, but now fearing we have so many songs to sing that will never be song and tomorrow will not wait for us. I go onto the early morning dew knowing whether you think you can or you think you can’t, you’re right! Yet feelings search the stars touching the clouds as I go by lifting your brow to kiss my page. As your fragrance fills the air of my page as you read, and I pull you closer for now just another nameless name passing your door with lovingly desires of the same searching in heated passion and friendship. Where morning has broken with the sounds of yesterday wants and desires of lips moisten with the mist of breaching whales, where thunder pounds in the heart carried on the wings of sparrows of this Passionate Stranger! See this one that dances the keys above the waves of all the men that have a show that belongs to someone else and never was their song, it has always belonged to the key dancer and I have danced these keys for you. Driven by the drowning desires of mans longing sexuality within the dance. Can you see me in my words, will this one be found where she is above all things if only a moment in time, it will always belong to you! Why desire tomorrow when you have not taken today. After you may wake one morning with the sounds of something moving passed your window in the wind but do not be alarmed it’s the Passionate Strangers memory misting your window sill. The one who held you in my arms as my fading shadow reflects you back to where we started with a motion that rose up to heights where we sought that opened the web's door. If after the sounds of a strangers whisper still remain upon your ear and our hands reached to see if it’s still there. As the tastes of nectar still remains upon our thirsts, asking for more running to that moment that will always belong to us, the kisses in this season we sang our song, it can never drift east or west, it belongs to us! If our ages are different, it's not about that, it's about the dance! You don’t have to remember my name, but you will remember me!!!
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