Symphony sadist

My heart doesn’t stop working when it sees you -it rather goes- on and off – on and off, like a symphony. I don’t care a dime even If I feel heated gazes behind my back. What I exhale is a long deep satisfying sigh that embracks your presence . I ain’t going to stay cornered listening to the banters ; I would rather skip these pleasantries to fixate my eyes at you. I would rather step out in the blazing sun barefoot and trade places with the dawn just to see your smothering gaze. I would rather let love beguil me then words that bore vengeance.