Did we just ?

Did we just ?

Build a few kodak moments,

For an eventual;

Montage ,
A
Tattoo my heart,

Inked the outline,

Of a romance  that could colour ,

The darkest eventuality,

Like the second coming of jesus,

Christ,

Prophet,

A whirlwind  hitting the trophics ,

Conversationally you craft me like a protype,

Of your blissful intention,

So humble unaware ,

Of your graceful mastery ,

I see the way you look at me ,

Tempts me to dream milked by utopian ,

Fantasies , if you ever touched me ,

I would quite simply freeze ,

Im the sweetest paralysis,

Time honoured author,

Where penning a precious prelude,

Till the next time our paths cross,

Interesting with amorous intention and astrology ,

Your grace disarms me like wing chun,

More than eastern promise ,

A divinely  ordained  occassion,

Cant wait till I lips touch,