Love’s Masterpiece.

I want to trace
                  every inch of your body,
                  measuring its dimension
                  with my fingertips.

I want to sketch
                  the whole constellation
                  of the heavenly night sky
                  on your porcelain-like skin.

I want to write a poem
                  on your delicate neck;
                  etching Love’s masterpiece
                  with my tongue and lips.

Let me taste you
                  like a superbly ripe apple,
                  as I’m going adrift
                  in your sweet, sugary flavor.




There’s something about you.
Something indescribable.
Something other than the beauty of your soul.
Something that makes my whole body shivers,
everytime my skin touches yours.


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