Romance is not dead.
It is just done differently.
There are still people out there who are more "old fashioned" in today's fast-paced world and want to be in a real relationship.
© In The Silence of Her
You can’t step into the same river twice
I swallowed my drink, took a drag of my smoke
She smelled like lemon blossoms
I called her Spring
She laughed and called me wet between the toes
Always one step ahead of me in her
Perfectly round matching cultured pearl necklace
Hanging down her naked back
I pulled her into a dance
Across the dew-soaked lawn
Away from the river’s edge
All parks are cut from the same canvas
Grazing across her bare shoulder
Up her sensual sensitive long neck
A vulnerable mewl escaped her lips
Driving my desire
Her body inclined in my arms
Like a young tree in the wind
She was like caviar
After my years of home-baked beans
I could not get enough
I could drive for hours heading nowhere
And learn peace is found only with her
In the silence of her... I could be her silence forever
Mimi Wolske
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