Breath

It's funny when you really pay attention, how frigid breath skips away among twirls and other curvy alignments.
 
Her lips tasted of milk n candy , full with a pinkish undertone today . Locks of auburn slow danced with burgundy , swayed away gentle whips on my face . I've always been a man intimidated by eyes of color , deep blues haunted you , with a splash of grey like a wild northern sky     Mary Whispered a spell to me sweet and sensual 

As if Medusa herself gazed into my soul , i was a man of stone . 

  " That one looked like a bird ..."

Breathe again... this time , let's make it a rocket .