In a course of foggy nights
An unknown creature
Slithered down your scarlet vines,
Casting features
Of his briskly vibes

Beauty demons of his smile
In his heart commence,
Run a mile,
Cross his muscles
Cross his vitals, veins and keep him hence.

And his lips of pink will smell
familiar
Like a breath that swells
This evening,

When you are
A billion shiny kissing cells.