Do tuberoses bloom in the dunes?
Or is it a miracle if they do. But, why bloom there when the firefly is no where to consume.

To touch and run down the silk white petals, to kiss the slightly rose hue. To breathe the sweet breath. None of that. Thus why bloom in the dunes.

When your words are only for me. When your words are spoken for me. When your words only meant for me. You make every bone vibrate. From the tip of my nose to back of my lobes. Tip of my toes to back of my knees. Feels like a rose teased by a feather. I am only human.

Night rays wants to touch deep.
It may not touch my heart,
but it burns on the skin just above the heart.  It’s only a matter of time now.

Sends a tingle down my spine
inches below the last bone.
Oh firefly. Don’t fly away.
Kiss the fire you stoked away.

If passion is fire. We have that in common
I ignite, you ignite. Burn factor remain same.
I don’t see an end. Only way to put out the fire. To kiss where it matters the most.

I wonder if different time zones collapse on top of each other to become one. Will you dream the same dream at night

Surrender to the moment, let go of strings and set emotions in motions. Will you be game? Because I might