Reason To Rush

Describing perfection contains so many details, A house with many keys that can fit the lock. If Need be. Leisurely hesitant As comfort is easily found. Relying on the blink of an eye. In hidden desire. Somewhere I can't describe As it vanishes just as the eyes open again. The beauty of your lips The fulfillment that ushers comfort. The taste of your steps Quenching the hunger while every one else says bye. Is this appropriately perfect. The details left unattended Checking the locks to a place considered as perfect. The times spent in the lukewarm baths of our eyes. Faucets slowly turned in expectation. There's so many details nailed against the wall. Memories photographed in the blink on an eye. Laying my head on your shoulder No reason to rush