A blob of sweat, a passion fruit,
bobbing on your brow
                                   for a second,
moved by the waves
of tantalizing moments,
as I watch in self oblivion
falls on my swollen lips
                                       presents
a gift of your sweet scent,
there you kiss, again and again
make, fire erupt,from the embers,
form lips, joined *****
                          moving in unison,
and the pit of my heart,
where you have lighted
fire works at that exact moment.