the sweet color of your gaze stirs up my desire to make you mine

discovering behind the laces of indifference

that which makes you look at the stars and sigh when you see the moon

with wildness, my fingers find their sliding path

on your soft and smooth skin

the fingertips rub throwing themselves into lust heating up in the heat

of a fire that burns in the chests

and that burns in the souls longing for a true love

I subtly tear what you wear as a breastplate

I go through more than a thousand battles, the shadows, and the fog

before you bow waiting for the arrow to be released

towards your heart.