There are endless things to say
of the inquisitive mist
that fills his eyes,
of his wide smile,
or his brooding pout,
and nothing to be said
of how it shook me
when they interchanged
without warning.
it me
There are endless things to say
of the inquisitive mist
that fills his eyes,
of his wide smile,
or his brooding pout,
and nothing to be said
of how it shook me
when they interchanged
without warning.
Face to face, he reminds me of my artistry,
Mouth to mouth, I evoke his power,
Body to body, there is little to be said,
Skin on skin, we melt.