Under the mistletoe,
missed a chance to kiss your toes
—*******?
No, just wanted to kiss them better;
you've been running on my mind.

I've somewhat been a fool,
as it always seemed foolish to be in love
But still if I could never get enough
of falling another day in love with you,
—I'd proudly be so full of myself.

You bestow upon me kisses
infused with the essence of cinnamon,
I inquire if it is the cause of my speechlessness.
Your skin, so tender to my gaze,
possesses a delicate vulnerability that
a mere nibble could easily mark.
My profound musings, consumed by thoughts of you,
cut through the depths of my being.

In my dreams, I envision you,
with my heart suspended within yours.
The untainted purity is forever tainted
by the fiery crimson allure of your lips.
The taste of you engulfs me, leaving me breathless,
while a tantalizing sensation tightens within my trousers.

In the depths of my longing, your essence
becomes a captivating remedy for the
affliction that plagues my heart.
Your gentle curves, like a sanctuary,
provide solace for my restless mind throughout the day.

As the night unfolds, it becomes a canvas
for passionate yearning, and the delicate touch
of your intimate embrace ignites a fire within me.
The sovereignty of your femininity reigns supreme,
overwhelming me with a blissful deluge in
the paradise that is your embrace.

You've transformed into an unexpected surge of vitality,
electrifying every essential part of me.
Your movements effortlessly guide me into
the perfect state of mind, as if you possess the secret
to unlocking my deepest desires.
Your neck, delicately scented like an unfurled flower,
invites my eager kisses, as I chase after the intoxicating
allure you exude.

The spring-like cascade of your hair embodies the essence
of a scorching and restless summer, and I eagerly await its Fall.
Allow my breath to simmer, as I reach my natural
boiling point, stirred by the intensity of my emotions.
And together, let us embrace a passion that surpasses
even the fiery glow of the red light illuminating our room.

Emotions that feel like morning traffic
—people are rushing to fall in love
Their tears are like a morning sun,
you blink once and it all seems to be gone.

While my eyes are like a bed; wrestling on
a mattress just to fall asleep
My kisses act like their in charge, to
make another mouth my turf to assert my dominance,
Though I see some of us live quite a remote life,
but we are often the ones who want the most control.

The ones to always rise to the loudest occasion,
pretty much the same people, who could never smell a rose.

As her lips met mine,
a spark ignited within me.
Her kiss was like a flame that
burned with passion and desire.
I couldn't get enough of her taste, even though
it left my tongue sore and bruised.

She was my solace in times of loneliness,
a beautiful presence that made everything feel right.
But now, as I sit here alone, I can't help but wonder
why that lovely kiss ended in such a lonely way.
As if I could clear my throat more to clear my brain,
I can't clear enough of our messages to clear her name.

My heart aches with confusion and longing,
and tears stream down my face as
I try to make sense of it all.

I'm a moth in a firing line,
who shot his shot with a firefly
I kissed a few butterflies, but the
feeling of love was caterpillar
—I cocoon my heart, in the hopes
it will one day grow to be beautiful.

All of the misplaced places,
I can't help but misplace your name
As falling in love is almost as painful
as all of those times, falling from grace
At times saying a loud those lovely prayers,
as I'm hoping to give my thanks, saying my grace.

But as if I only wash my hands after,
these full meals of food for thought, is all awkward
As when you only get a joke late at night, with random laughter
I'm liken as a fool who smiles in the middle of the night,
in their bed and miniscule covering,
I still find it warms my heart, thinking about you
and treasuring a day with you, as if it were my only belonging.

But love honestly has to be something so funny;
I'm constantly laughing at myself
As we've all felt a little drunk on our very first love,
sipping on the smiles of its ****** mi tia
But of course you shake me up, till the recipe of
a disaster shakes away the ice cubes of my heart
My tears for you, are like syrup and concentrated upon
how I feel,— I hope you can ******* love.