With your lips you say the nicest things
As I stare, I wonder what else does it brings
Lusciously it seems as I gaze from afar
if I bite, would it leave on a scar?

The feeling ardors as I fantasize occurrences
The figment appears as recurrences –
Of Reality and Imagination; its concurrence
From what the eyes could see anticipates it happens

Though as wondering, I could only think when
As well as how good it tastes and lingers then
While you grasp on the fabric as I do on wheel
Lusciously it is, though its touch is surreal