Match

In a world with ones 
Who believe in culture 
That listens to spirits 
Feel their souls lifted off the grounds
Matches in a search
I start to find him
Spotting out eyes 
Until I saw his 
Dark brown iris 
Buttermilk skin 
Gorgeously unbelievable 

Watching me
As I move to the center ground 
Of the crowd 
Not breaking contact 
I sway my arms with the winds
While long-suited lovers 
Caress another

His eyes 
Roaming me fully 
I move rhythmically to music
Accepting sun pillars on my skin 
Dangerously feenin’ for his unknown touch

Breaking contact to tease 
Over my shoulder 
Corner of my eye 
His figure is closer
The intensity of his energy was raging
And I loved it

Breath on my neck 
Hairs stand as he 
Gives me his sweet touch 
From behind
Causing me to shutter
Electrifying our movements were
Seeming we were the only ones 
On the grounds
Reasoning cause we were lost 
Lost in each other 
Lost in romance 
Lost in sunset
Lost in touch 
Lost in muse
Lost in love