As
a *****
strips off
leftover after
humanity

Luxury of
Oxygen , sultry
Ventilative contemplation of
Eroticism

I was in your kiss
It made me a princess of your carmine dreams
It dressed me in a rose's scent
It ornamented my love's beads

I wandered through your lips
They made me a fairy tale of your wonderland
They opened so many reddish pages
They led my lips' blissful steps

I found your heart
a small wonder with a huge feeling
a strong breath with a delightful breeze
a bouquet of kindness with a love ribbon

Listen, it's a beautiful thing
when distilled to its essence;
reduced to its purest form.
A paradox and a paradigm;
a paragon of perfection.
Epic in its arythmetic
progression; poetic.
Like Chinese arithmetic,
so hard it hurts. Yet soft
and exquisite, like a bubble
of love caught in a beating heart.
That place where poetry starts.

Swiftly
skipped rush
no apology for
lemony bouncing heart