Love, the moon has scars and we see it as beautiful.

So yours are gorgeous.

When you kiss my lips
my heart feels like it's unraveling at the seams,
and my emotions are exposed to you.

When you are done,
sew me up,
and do it all over again.

I wish I could
have seen us
in third person

I realized that we are
 burning the Earth down
 because of the printed illusion of lack,
that we created.

The gentleman spoke to her as his lips translated this thoughts into her warming body.

He whispered, 'it was a pleasure speaking with your skin'.

But, I must say, your curvaceousness left me utterly speechless.

If I may, I would like to take my time, until my lips can find the right words to convey how good you taste.