Like it already has
I am on my ride
Through world by night
Where I glide, glide, glide
Spinning and whirring
And fabrics of gravity
Dancing, her fingers
Delicate to my touch
Sweet sips of laughter
Delightfully close
Who art thou?
Nay, why art thou not nearer
To the street
Brightly aglow
Feelings of danger
Renewed sense of triumph
Can you not hold me?
Ah-hah! There’s passion!
There is the fire,
Trust thrust from within
And by the midnight hour
Sweet sounds through darkness
Ecstatic dance, dance, dance
My fingers hold bliss
To my greedy eyes
Linked with your greedy urges
To your greedy eyes
Pulled by my greedy love
To a galactical quadrant
An octahedral ecstasy
Linking of energies
Indulged in pure essence; avail to no end