Romance ? not my cup of tea!

his eyes intoxicated without booze
his gaze pierced like thousand needles
his charm could shy sparkle on crystals
his breath warm like the first rays of sun
after a freezing snow fed night
he sat spruced up and quiet
a glass of red wine desperate for his touch
he could communicate without words
the rhythm of loneliness dying on violin strings
night raged passion stroked desire
true there is no smoke without fire
all i could hear was my own breaths
in that silent musing night deep and dead
the chills of breeze spared no mercy
giving me goosebumps in agony
strange pangs gripping yet tender
mesmeric in his charm offensive
crazy winds cascading his hair hugged me tight
moon played hide and seek pranks
how i wished i could get my eyes off him
if there would be temptation personified
it would be him
my heart banged heavily the doors long closed
meandering from tip to toe
my gaze on his tuxedo
he was diving into my ocean
stealing pearls hidden deep
ruling sensation smeared infatuation
he came close ......too close
fire and ice fragrance
ripping me apart ,
his persona
breaking me to pieces .
night still young and yearning
even in open space
a dearth of oxygen
the walls of breeze between ,unbearable
and i fell off my chair besides the table

i wonder , why a happy ending is far from possible
i wish dreams could have been tangible..............