I desire for our lips
To merge and burn
Like black charcoal
On a large, radiant grill
Embrace your balminess
Your welcomingness
My hands on your skin
Exceedingly sinking
Wondrously within
Your winsomeness

I crave for us to make
Delectably electric beats
With the meshing
Of our elegant existences
Write irreproachable poetry
With the movement
Of our firm, petal-soft hands
Think of nothing
When we are loving
The magic of our vast
Worlds in utter unification