The beating concrete of mine has
thaw itself into the craving of the two
fleshy folds that holds every inch of
my affection, the sparkle in those
oval sights that takes me to a
journey that seem to be endless, the
caress of those hands that satisfy
not only the form of this unbearable
weakness and stone chest but also
the sentiment of yours truly, the
utterance of which mine ears evoke
who I endeared to.