9. Velvet Kiss

 

Your eyes a stream of storms, 
a velvet flag of dawn,
spherical windows create a crush in your kiss,
they empty me,
and burn out my insides.
Waving beacons of light
In these mists of what I wonder.
Your body an ivory icon,
shimmering shamelessly,
Harvesting desire.
Your touch is nothing so simple as lust
And no words will speak it’s wonder,
I’m an addict to your world,
Like brittle pills,
I consume you…
Your kiss is my last moment
Lived in every second of every day
You are a beautiful expansion…
All beginning with your eyes.

The End

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