there it is

there it is your longing, —
it's written deeply on my skin
with lust's igniting ink
kept in your mouth's container;

the nibs, — your lips
have harvested radiant thrills
planted fluently by my sighs
in any intense apogee;

our love seduced the music
to listen to us, —
you and I are an inciting icon
mirrored in all universe;


Explore Popular Posts From This Blog

I'm Confessin'

are you sure you want ⟬…‽⟭

a little bit

solitaire

it's been said

check my phone

made for you

thrilling all-around

major 🥂 in December skies

language of Love