Fantasy and reality.
Teetering on the edge, navigating a smooth but rocky path.
Steeped in the honey of the words.
Replaced by the bitterness of the aftertaste.
Spoken gestures like fingers dancing over my senses.
A meeting of minds, mouths and bodies.
The lines are blurred.
Participating in the game.
Blinded by the score.
Awakened by my surprise.
One more round.
I return to the show.