What If 'I' Say 'Yes'

Soft feelings undulate by like one never so hot, mid summer nights sweet heat, soft lips touch my skin, like a bird that flies off carried deep within the sun. Going up and out among stars with so large and face mixed red emotions. Cherished by the moonlight she touches my hand. Large round eyes draw me inside and they talk to me of butterfly wings that once were slower. Where the soft ground openly lays, blinking with the fireflies hidden openly. Its this world completely prohibited by 'My' desire. However my culpability, which I will help let brood and hot grows this fire. Each body surrounded and soon we have years, so that my eyes are opened; however slowly with the gleam of her warm sun.