Vert is the colour of your eyes

The first time was then as your smile asked to be discovered. I turned away only but to feel your eyes on mine. Vert is the colour of your eyes. The nature of the sensation is about to blossom as the winds carry your message of want. You ask me the question of your answer that you already know. I await impatiently of the photos of your existence torso nu. The words that we share prepare the meeting of the physical, as you count the time passed and what lies ahead­. The writing of your words leaves a hushed moment for a stamp that awaits the letter to send. You say "Do not be Afraid" The anticipation is grand as I can only imagine what lies aHEAD. The Babyboy replies after a letter of tardiness arrives, the belated birthday card sent by Michael refused by the authorities. Vert is the colour of your eyes. "Tell me what you like" you say, I dance from the floor as the music penetrates my body , I imagine you hiding behind the bush so to speak as I turn your every word upside down.My eyes once again analize each live picture you show me. I raise the curtain as you take the stage to show me all, my eyes rivet at your nakedness as the reflection of your shadow glimmers across my black attire. I think and feel of every movement that you make and I ask you not to stop. A rush of energy surges as we both come. Vert is the colour of your eyes.