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)