I just want to run my fingers across.Across your pale milky planes and curves.They say I was a right brainer, always elsewhere. Somewhere.They were right, there's no deny.Fantasizing about you and that gown you wore to prom last night.Dreaming of that gown you danced in,that transparent cerulean gown you had waltzed in.Beneath them silk lies more than gold and silver.Beneath lies more than joy or terror.There lies the fragile object my hands yearn to possess.What my eyes would regularly trace with no fake calculations.The pleasure and ecstasy to my right mind resides beneath blue.

And now..Now here we are, side by side.We'd sway till day breaks and collide even more.Body to body, mixtures of sweat.Sweet loving whispers through craving ears.The curtain falls and cries of lust echoes in confinement.