I have been deeply
French-kissed
by the Sun.
My skin
unmistakably glistening,
reflecting;
the sensual moistness of her tongue.
Scorched by passion
from the very beginning.
A frenzied possession,
so deep,
now genetically smitten.
A torrid affair
by certain perceptions.
Unshakable,
defiantly unbreakable.
To wit questionable,
sometimes unbearable.
But...
I must confess
her kiss riles me,
and with it,
guilt
forgivingly
hails me.
Too,
the jealously of men
contorted,
merely
by
the sheer beauty
in her embrace.
?
I am at a loss, I despair,
I don't understand it.
Driven mad
simply,
by the affection of her face.
© Qwey.ku
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
I have been deeply
French-kissed
by the Sun.
My skin
unmistakably glistening,
reflecting;
the sensual moistness of her tongue.
Scorched by passion
from the very beginning.
A frenzied possession,
so deep,
now genetically smitten.
A torrid affair
by certain perceptions.
Unshakable,
defiantly unbreakable.
To wit questionable,
sometimes unbearable.
But...
I must confess
her kiss riles me,
and with it,
guilt
forgivingly
hails me.
Too,
the jealously of men
contorted,
merely
by
the sheer beauty
in her embrace.
?
I am at a loss, I despair,
I don't understand it.
Driven mad
simply,
by the affection of her face.
© Qwey.ku
