Touch my mind move within
Imagine your breath on my naked skin
Emotional and physical needs so new
Nerve endings raw from wanting you
Should I walk, the straight, or crooked path
Will precipitate action, ruin the aftermath
Do I want you to be a fling
Or are you a finer option, my queen, to your king
Would traditional courting add enough spice
Or in the internet age would it suffice
Instant gratification might hold sway
Could there be another way
Questioning the act of parted thighs
Until I stare into your eyes
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 