"Passion Fruit" You were like a poetry, my hands wanted to read. To embrace the warmth of your veins pounding blood, I moved the heaven & the earth to be with you. Those bare impure & imperfect thoughts mind scarring me because no one does it like the way you do. With these intensifying & unforgiving desire of ours. Your breath on my collarbone was like a distant force pulling my body in & soul out. My hands in your hair, my breath on your neck... That's how bliss felt like! Undressing your mind with the intimacy of a naked emotion. I burnt my tongue lacing your earlobes. Your moans fueled our passion even further & the luminosity was just incandescent for the mortal beings. With that lingering tease, your aroused eyes spoke to mine. Looking at me with that thirst, your scarlet lips seemed ever more voluptuous. Those rhythmic movements of ours made music also blush for a fraction. As you moaned, scratching my back with that gush...
When you feel true love, but you're not sure how to say the magical words. Let poetry help!