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.

 

V.A.C.W.
15:44

 

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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