Walk The Walk

What's you're walk
Slow and swaying sensually in its movement
Would you float in a dreamlike state
Or quickening in it's pace
Making up the ground, filling the space between
Would it make up the ground like you're smile


you're voice, would it be sincere in its development
whispering vocals across the airwaves
would it reach out softly grasping hold
Like lovers reaching their peak
a sonic boom to hear in approximations