my fortune cookies knew you were coming.

[brokenbabydoll]

i am romanced by the poetry of clouds
whose wisps and whispers
emulate that soft seduction,
that smooth and subtle way
you moved and twisted
and conquered.
you spoke-
each syllable a song
and i hung on every note, fervently
longing to orchestrate your euphony.
your tongue moved slowly and sensually
as you threaded your fingers through my hair
and your fiery eyes set my heart ablaze.