A blob of sweat, a passion fruit, bobbing on your brow for a second, moved by the waves of tantalizing moments, as I watch in self oblivion falls on my swollen lips presents a gift of your sweet scent, there you kiss, again and again make, fire erupt,from the embers, form lips, joined ***** moving in unison, and the pit of my heart, where you have lighted fire works at that exact moment.
Those desperate leaps hoping against hope to cross the human limits, are always nothing but futile; that prompts human spirit to seek other ways to transcend.