She sure could use a smile
Even if just for a little while
Time is of essence
And they have not much to spare
Taking and giving what they can
Is all they have to share
The look, the touch, the force, the feel
Is so gentle, yet strong, but soft, and always, always sure
Tell and show which one, if not all are real
If not asked, how much can be touched, felt, and received
Before total submission is received
When you're near, strong is the desire
Absent and the reverie takes over
Enchantment transcends her, as she proceeds higher and higher
Curiosity eludes her
And she stops.
For she knows it should never be
For that short while
It was her...their brief UTOPIA