Tristan of written lines

Perfection in the eyes of a passer by
Gone with the wind comes the tide
Skin by skin, hand by hand
I am numb in this courageous situation
I'm working trough this mesmerizing feelings
Touching lips and smelling sounds
Surroundings may collide
Sights in grey sky
In the shadows of a room
Talking with a soul and with restless heartbeats
Of youth and faith, of lust and rage
Of him and her, combination with perfection
Just come and take me away...