Not Sex

The restless heart, the calm it seeks,
in the silence filled with Bliss.
Intentions, audible.
loud and clear,
the heart pulses;
Dead give away.

The gentle touch, the intensity.
The trigger,
The sniper,
The restraint.

The uncertain minds,
The love, The lust.
will it fade or Made to last.

The hopes,
The fears,
The restless hearts.

and here it goes round and round.



Its not like me to promise lands;

Women.
I wanna breathe that fire again.