mermaid
time doesn't matter
in the gaze of love
when kisses levitate
from your lips
on my lips
as if are a mermaid, —
the one roused by you
to lead my feelings
with gracefulness
at the intersection
of your mesmerism,
where logic is torn
and transformed
in a wildish passion
piloted by your fingers
that are swinging
on my sizzling hips
while your tongue...
(ooooh...),
your tongue pierces me
up and down
to fix some parts
of my speech... placed,
(placed),
(in lots of apostrophes)
