I live to write poetry.
Love is my muse.

I breathe to smell the romantic candles.
Love is my intoxication.

I have lips and a tongue only to collide with yours.
Love is your mouth.

I see only to reassure myself that you're real.
Love has made me blind.

My heart beats for you,
Lungs fill with the smoke from the ****,
Mouth fill of your saliva,
Fingers entangled in yours,
Love has finally awaken me.