play.

We stand apart but feel the same, a passion – play of striking eye touch and you make me wary... under your arm I texture life stunning and mysterious.

Your indefinable charm pulls the wool over my eyes and I humbly stay still.

Words vanish beneath our expectations and I am incarcerated in a circuit.

There is no a persistent physical link between us but a perpetual motion which makes my desire very rapid from admiration…to adoring contradictory love.   

Tousle my hair and crash resistance. I am here and I am longing for the fight.

Agnes.