For 1/2... with the wish that the cool water that is your eyes always engulfs me... 
"Merry Mayhem"
What playful soul above created this mayhem for us to share?
Shape-shifting clouds, peel away like curtains from a stage…
Reveal yourself!
This is not what I had intended, or what I had expected!
But in unconventionality I find joy, and would not wish its end…
Merry gods must laugh at the predicament,
For even in the worry and the haste, it brings such vigour to these eyes!
A merry twinkle…
For the lips, and eyes, and skin, of something that touches me so deep,
That I barely dare to steal a glance,
For my breath might catch in my throat, and you would know!
All foolish talk is cast upwards, snatched up to the sky,
As a magpie would steal away glistening treasure…
My bare feet dare to tread where my dreams lay waiting to be explored,
Oh, untouchable carousing in my head!
Now your gaze has fallen on me, when I am alone now, I see my dreams!
With eyes lowered, lashes sweeping cheek…
The fullness of my breast causes much revelry in the mirror…
Legs, shapely…
Lips blossom, full, ripe as berries in autumn!
Feeling as beautiful as one could wish to dream…
Oh, dear soul…
Your scent fills my nose and head with floods of memories, already,
When we’ve only just begun…
Every embrace is like an exchange of memories,
Let loose to fall away onto the floor like a child’s toy…
Now that we are grown up, and have put away such insignificance from our past…
Entwine your fingers in mine and do not let them drop…
Lead me somewhere!
The road less travelled is ours for the taking…
And the asphalt reeks of spring, it has almost come, shall we dance?
"Merry Mayhem"
What playful soul above created this mayhem for us to share?
Shape-shifting clouds, peel away like curtains from a stage…
Reveal yourself!
This is not what I had intended, or what I had expected!
But in unconventionality I find joy, and would not wish its end…
Merry gods must laugh at the predicament,
For even in the worry and the haste, it brings such vigour to these eyes!
A merry twinkle…
For the lips, and eyes, and skin, of something that touches me so deep,
That I barely dare to steal a glance,
For my breath might catch in my throat, and you would know!
All foolish talk is cast upwards, snatched up to the sky,
As a magpie would steal away glistening treasure…
My bare feet dare to tread where my dreams lay waiting to be explored,
Oh, untouchable carousing in my head!
Now your gaze has fallen on me, when I am alone now, I see my dreams!
With eyes lowered, lashes sweeping cheek…
The fullness of my breast causes much revelry in the mirror…
Legs, shapely…
Lips blossom, full, ripe as berries in autumn!
Feeling as beautiful as one could wish to dream…
Oh, dear soul…
Your scent fills my nose and head with floods of memories, already,
When we’ve only just begun…
Every embrace is like an exchange of memories,
Let loose to fall away onto the floor like a child’s toy…
Now that we are grown up, and have put away such insignificance from our past…
Entwine your fingers in mine and do not let them drop…
Lead me somewhere!
The road less travelled is ours for the taking…
And the asphalt reeks of spring, it has almost come, shall we dance?
