From one corner of my eye,
iridescent sparks of love
 involuntarily fly,
ignite the dormant suns,
yearning for a dawn,
 within your lovely eyes;
overwhelmed by joy, they
 light up my inner skies.

Either by the curl of your lips,
that suggests a perfect fit
with mine, keep  waiting,
or with the sensual swing 
of your curved alabaster hips,
that display gay abandon,
you set flames to fireworks,
that in my veins create tides
and set fire to my *****
that won't easily be quelled for a 
while: till that time we both decide.