Delay's Bittersweet

The mystery of you lingers over me,
Like desire demanding a final taste,
Promise stealing truth from destiny,
It's our question begging sweet haste.

Distraction is the intrigue to understand,
Like a moonlight clue to our final bliss,
It's desire calling our sensual command,
Starlight washing over our someday kiss.

Mystery is forever mindful of our need,
Drawing passion to this raging complete,
Love dancing intrigue to sensual greed,
Heartbeats pounding delay's bittersweet.

© bartoluciano