Paths Of Ecstasy

I watch you when you think I am deep into a TV show

I stare at your beauty though you don’t know

The mirrors and window offer a sweet reflection

Allow me to fantasize without detection

Even when you sleep next to me

I lay awake intoxicated by ecstasy

I watch you when you are delicately drinking coffee

I stare at you when you are sipping your tea

The shadow on the wall echo your beautiful shape

Reminding me of the bliss I never want to escape

Even when you are silently reading a book

I steal a glance or a brief clandestine look

I follow the paths of each strand of hair

It leads me to a land free of harshness and despair

The intoxicating scent makes my spirit high

The feeling of it in my fingers leave me satisfied

Silly strands caress the curvature of my face

I never want to hide or leave this peaceful place

It covers my eyes so I can only see silence

The darkness envelopes my dreams and my senses

It tickles and scintillates the nerves in my chest

I hear the love that each strand wants to express

This wonderful playground in your hair

Branded parting combing with fingers no other sensation can compare