ma première passion vraie

Words whispered in seductions masquerade Verbs tangoing with the ear and noun, Upon your passions the gauntlets been laid Touch invades your delicate sense of sound Sensitive is everything your fingertips brush Clarity delivers its peace of mind You struggle with the repetition of love shaking from the collapse of your spine Motionless you ask for a surrender Finally you jettisoned your reticence Hope it was ,is ,and as you remember. until Ryan