Let my tongue
Be the nosering
To your nostrils
As aromatic aromas
Of burnt oranges
Burn those innocent bridges
Soaked in socks
Of secret sighs and solitude
As those strings of lust
Stretching from my palms
To the qualms of your thighs
Can leave soft hyms of drums
Lingering unto our sheets
As the silhouettes of your hips
Breathes melodies
Within the Moonlight’s caresses
The dancing curtains inquisitively
peaking closer
Long enough to await
The shrinking distance
Between my belly button and yours
As your chest clashes into mine
With bound heat of haste
Amidst a hunger to taste
The heaven within you
If not the fountain of truth
Of which
Only my fingernails
Can thirst for