Thursday, 4 June 2015

His kisses



His kisses
Can move me into submission upon sight
Crumple my control
Contort my thoughts
Embezzle my avenues for escape
He can perpetrate any crime
On the borders of my lips
Confess the frustration of the day
Darken innocence and vulnerability with sins
His kisses
Move like miserable thirsty oceans
Along my tongue
Breathing fiery mist through my nostrils
His kisses
can shatter patience carved out to its thickest
Or swallow hurricanes whole
Can steady nervous hands
Or paralyze sure thoughts
His kisses
Oh so melting
So wickedly haunting
A poisonous kind of satisfaction
The kind of kiss that's not merely forbidden
It shouldn't exist between lovers stealing time
Hiding from the sun
Dancing between raindrops
Lovers who can only kiss when sunrise sleeps
How they have fallen in love
With the clouds of the continents
Where they playfully hide
And kissed many a nights
Those clouds married our lips
Without objections
How dreadfully intoxicating those moments are
What a fairy tale his kisses create...
His kisses...

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