There is an open chance at love,
a one in a million opening
where it’s no surprise
just how glued our eyes get.
I find her irresistible
this must mean something
when it’s hard to think.
She wears a forever necklace that says,
i very simply wish…
Perhaps the necklaced gift
was her lucky charm from me,
held close to her nape.
When she comes near
she plays this particular song
I can’t help but put eyes inside her
and just as the hour changes
this want comes alive in us both
so much so, that it hurts
to be too far from her.
The quiet words felt it too,
along a set of prearranged orders,
she whispered the trigger phrase
that fires off an exclusive sensation
that helps in our recovery.
I love her unlike
anyone else,
she holds a reservoir ready to give
there in her open hands.
She sees herself
in my eyes,
and in my hands
I cover the small of her back
giving her the time and attention
she craves.
