If I turn to see, you  turn away.

  I catch you looking at me  so intently at times.

  As if you're wondering  what I'm wondering.

 Then you circle  back the other way.

 

  The circle will dissolve itself.

  In seconds it will turn  to dust.

 

  Will I resist?

 Who could resist?

  Nothing could resist the  fire burning low in your eyes.

 You'd better hold  on to me tightly Rushki.  

  There I go.