That Line

Sometimes I wonder
How it could be
To kiss those lips?

How could it be
The war between
Mine against yours

Your roughness
My softness
Bounded

Dancing
Fighting
Loveing

Singing into each other ones
Dancing soft and rough
Sending sparkles all around

Will you feel it?
Will you do it?
Will you want it?

Rough
Soft
Lust
Kind
Hard
Fond
Desire
Gentle
Warm

You feel it?
You do it?
You want it?

I wonder what you’ll feel
If I do the move
And close that fine line
Between you and I



Silka*