the glance

Walking tall amid the flames,
passion burns within the vanes.
Whispers to me, 
in the depths of a dream.
Engulfing my soul, 
as it would seems.

Enduring straight forward,
hands of tenderness.
Arranged together by chance
intermingled by the way
that luxuria glance.
Couldn't have imagined 
over sedation that took place,
with such a venomous combination.

Thirsty essences has drawn us near,
soul searching evidence,
has made it clear.
Closer to one another fantasies,
held close to ones core.
Wanting to be part of reality
needing the love, evermore.