Thorns And Proses

Of Moon: Barbeque

A face that spells luck,
That eyes you always want to stare back.
Unto mapping the lips you wanted to track.
To the pointed nose from slope to arch.
 
A lingering teasing touch.
Too sizzling and a bit too much.
An alluring soft whisper,
Now buds a new feeling to be decipher.
 
When sweet smile formed.
Found yourself like a moth being drowned
A desire that can almost burn.
Now to the fire you're willingly want to thrown.
 
Tranced, you went and follow.
Dazed, you stare like there's tomorrow.
Everytime the light feeling of bravado.
Now theres only one direction to go.
 
Your fate is locked.
Entrance and exits are blocked.
Feeling nervousness is not a shock.
Now, walk blindly like one in the dark.
 
A little move to be a bit closer.
A small steps to be a bit nearer.
The game is finally over,
You have fallen inlove with a great teaser.