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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