Momentum

Smoothly swaying
with a soft and sweet feeling,
graceful and glorious steps,
all to reach you
with a gentle touch.

An ocean-deep look in your eyes,
A smile of blooming narcissus on your lips,
Your hand rising up like the playful wind in a golden field of barley;
Desire, getting a hold of my hands
and temptation, running as fresh blood to my lips,
yet all I can do
is to wink, to smile and to pass by
keeping my eyes closed.