It was a gathering where emotions murmured
into an answering call for devotion.
Where locked gazes and dilated pupils
mirrored the endless churning of the sea.
The sensation of their very presence 
was an euphoric dance that was devised 
by the most magnificent of choreographers.
The purpose of this meeting was simple;
It was to be a discussion of plans.
It turned into a
blueprint for the future.
It was your kiss
It was my rapture.

timothy-brown

Osculate

I want to give you
A thousand final kisses
And rip you into
A thousand little pieces