You are the one and only fluorescent thought,
still alive at the night of my lost soul,
the life giving breath I borrowed through
your mouth, when I chocked and went down,
while swimming in the turbulent rapids of life.

Red glowing ember you are, that warms,
my soul in the winter of  unimaginable freeze
my daily dose of sun's purple beams
at the moments of dawn after a long night,

your moist, warm, soft feminine flesh,
raise and fall in such precision, with every beat,
and when I hold my breath, I hear,
both of our names spoken in the lingo of goose bumps,

You are the joy of discovery after
wandering through an arid desert
an oasis full of, green orchards,
you are the peaches and the apple
I want to steal, just to keep with me,
smelling and petting,
                                    never even would
think of peeling, relishing the taste,
I 'd never ever attempt,
to bite it little by little,  and consuming