I see reflections of Beauty drifting in your soul.
I feel we have met and our encounters are not for the feeble.
I am unsure maybe our karma has caught up and this is the life we meet.
Are you honest?
Am I trustworthy?
Do we connect?
I ask questions as my lips meet yours.
Our tongues hold conversations.
Our noses sniff for clues.
Your body now feels an ignition of excitement.
Then swiftly it is all over.
We transfer years of wisdom.
What could this show us for the future?