The mstery that holds me and makes me weak,
He doesn’t know how I surrender to his stare as he holds it, he holds me.
Scares me a little but at the same time draws me in,
A darkness,a light,a seduction, a story
A pain,the madness
A sexiness,a realness that unclothes all lies,exposes your weakness and some what makes you comfortable,
A gift waiting to be open,so much potential,
A maze waiting to be followed, I am lost for words yet he articulates every word my body says.
My moon in his chart,a ready set fire,exploding in a million galaxies in this life and beyond.