When you're face to face or you lead the World on a chase. Holding hands every day or only waiting on your phone for her to say Hey. Chemistry is everything, and I'm not talkin about a drug. It's that feeling you get when the World tells you it's nothing, as you dismiss them with a shrug. Feeling the wind is something we crave in our hair, leaving behind frustration and despair. As the road leads you to her without even knowing, you were meant to be as GOD slides you the chair. Sit down and tell her how you feel, especially when it's time to commit and kneel. Open your jacket to reveal your Heart. Riding together in circles it seems, to reveal the true path embarked from the start. The moment of clarity as you've beaten the odds. Temptation is the devil's game, vanity in the mix. Heaven is finally felt only when I've kissed her lips. If i may be so bold, my hand on her ass, the other in her hair. Her tongue tasting mine leaving the devil in despair.
© Dale A Martinez