[ The gloves are off entirely ]

The gloves are off entirely
seperating me from you
cascading shimmering indulgence
bobbling up like malted wine

I've got the grainiest sensation
that I'm losing grip of my mind

Speak to me of yesteryears
when all was fresh and new

I need the quick inspire
the hollowed out casual review

take me along in  your journey
gathered in the fold of your arms
give me the swift version mentality
let me dance inside of your charms

Haltingly captivating
you're all I need and beyond
in the crease of my hearts fabric
lies your smile of which I've become fond

Paint of us another picture
it's not too late, it can never be
I've got the only conclusion
in my lap of intense luxury

We are so due for a crusing
sailing a ship into the dawn
better than work on the horizon
let's take a dance on the awning

ascertain if there's anything left
if nothing's found
then I'll be rising
lifting myself back onto the shelf