I found a thought

Thinking, contemplating, conjuring
Searching for a hint of a thought;
Wondering, pondering, blending.
In the wickedness of the world
A pure innocence or circumstance?
Perhaps just drunken words, hurled.
Riddle me this?
Is it blind or wide eyed like an owl in the night
A love that might... in that blissful kiss.
Do we dare wield such swords?
Slicing our very souls in the night!
Such exquisite, elegant, succulent words...
Is it fated or just casual coincidence
That justifies our external actions;
Or just another moonlit dance.
Bleeding hearts and falling petals
Whiskey dreams and sweet slumbers;
Fast rides and burning pedals.
Accelerate, accelerate! My quiet heartbeat!
In this nowhere, anywhere, everywhere!
In the chill, the very air we heat.
Is it wicked or playful innocence?
Temptation or determination?
The dance we dance without pants...
Burning! Searing! Bodies shaking!
Frost touched lips and heated mist;
A dream, a thought? Another waking...