Two "bodies" glistening bathed in baby oils, while the light of passion shines on them both. The silver slivers of liquid juices flow, splashing as they join. The darkened shadows over their bodies as if they are one. Raw emotions of sensually delicious thoughts flickering with the moonlight.

Engulfing almost every curve, an Indian summer reaches deep within them. Forming patterns as if feelings were things with which we could draw. The end result beautiful but more, where more then one answers but no one calls.

"Platinum" so electric to us all, oh that the light in our heart could be so pure. Shining strangely on, and the result, how could it be denied at all? So even as it remains distanced from me I fiend for more. A light shines alone in the stars & just like an eclipsed sun, "platinum" it keeps shining on...