"This"

Your skin - my skin - and 3,000 miles of our own glorious sin.

It's my fault,
blame it all on me,
because I avoid my fear for more of your,
yum yum yum.

And I need to take more:

I want to kiss your heart, it endures our passion, our lust, our art.

Together,
1 on 1,
so undone,
and I allow you to see my light,
so limey bright.

We've created our own coating of sensational torment -
and I want to only breath your smell.

Sweat trickling down your pleasure trail - in the heat of the night - I will lick in delight.

My ultimate pleasure, my illumination.

You are radiance, you set my soul alight.

I want to kiss your heart, it  stumbles in my art.

What we are, what we are, drift what may, my radiant star....