You beckon me with the gentle thrust of your slender fingers, and engulfed in pride, I foolishly ignore your subtle motions. The intriguing shade of your eyes casts a shadow of doubt over me, and I am almost tempted to rethink my casual demeanor. There are no voids gaping in our chests, desperately searching for redemption in lust. We’re only prominent with our striking features, worn tastefully throughout the night. My insides refuse to decompose into a wasteland before I even have the chance to construct a test for fate. If I am defeated, my heart might just mend with some poise and decent composure. I notice by the way you move and by the glances we share that you are skilled in performing an act, but long for legitimacy. Maybe in the form of companionship, or in the form of solid purpose. We both diligently seek out reasons and opportunities that prove to be nothing more than transient comfort zones. Advancing confidently, my lips silently speak five delicate words. From across the room and over the noises of social setting, my jaded vision catches the sight of your smile. It is then that I’ve come to a conclusion.

If it’s refuge you desire, I’ll be yours.