You have managed to weave a beautiful fantasy, my dear Sir.
How many fish have you caught in your net?
Wide eyed does daring to look
Muscles quivering ready to break into a run
Aware of the danger but unable to move.
As they stare into your eyes
That stare back at them
Promising warmth by the fire.
The fire of your soul that promises to make them whole, my dear Sir.
The mysterious music that tinkles gaily from your open mouth with your white teeth
Hypnotizes their minds while the shadows from the fire
Dance upon your beautifully painted work of art.
If you find my pulse
If you make me yours
If I fell under your spell
Would I feel all of those
Things that you promise I will?
Would you protect me from harm
Would you make me laugh
Would you hold me with strength
But not crush me with might?
What if you......
What if I.......
What if.......
Hurry, my dear Sir.
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