We are...
 
Mystified,
tongue tied,
starry eyed.
I can't help but
wanna slide
up next to you
and inhale
some of your
mysticism.
Can we glide
along the moonlit
walk.
Gaze into
the star filled sky,
while we talk,
and enjoy
the magic between
you and I.
No promises.
No demands.
Just you and me
hand in hand.
You -
consumed,
by my magnetism.
And me -
High,
off your mysticism.