This is not kissing, this is
Painting memories on skins
Burning desires on your lips
It’s writing, it’s dancing, it’s fighting
It’s exciting and it’s frightening
It’s us in union
It’s love in unison
It’s not kissing, that’s missing
The point, It’s
More.

_M.

As your lips find their home against mine
Our breathing becomes one
And I can’t help but feel
Like we were put on this earth
For this very moment

Why it's always late ?
To talk to her
To tell her
To stop her
To ask for forgiveness
To say it is okay

Why it's always late ?
To said

Late were the nights when you touched my soul,
Gentle,yet so cruel.
The world lay lost in restless phantoms,
Just us awake,lost in allure.

Our hands intertwined,fierce and fevered,
Even awake from  dreams,desire pulled us near.
The heat of your kiss lingered got me acting like a fool,
As my heart bloomed under your rule.

Our very first kiss:

my heart was a little bird --


trembling in its nest.

Sorry for loving you
I am sorry that you have to love me
I never deserve you nor I will
I thought I can be person you can love

But ......

I look like story that will untold
A burning candle that can not be hold
I wish for your happiness and wish for lover that can not be
I hope you try to forgave me

I love all night , and stare back at you
May feel all different , cause no one talk to

Just feeling and emotion may sperate us
Would you search if I find myself lost
Just your face , just name
Just your hand , you are mine
I need some time .....

Would you mind ?
Would you mind ?

Well, when would one be

too old to do that, kissing --


under a shelter?

Tell me, when we kiss
is the feeling absolute –under
the vibrations of our skins;

Do tongues absolutely say
their words together, in a
perfect melody?

Are these the vibes, in our dreams –
where we hope to catch the
made-up songs, were singing
in our heads?

We’ll probably only know when
we’re truly in love, I guess!