Maybe after,

you’ve licked my ears and tasted

the whispers

and dirty voices

which densely dilute

my eardrums

while fruitfully poisoning

my vocal cords

with echos of love potions…

Whose devotions

runs fertile with intimate reflections

whenever my heartbeat

renders yours nearby

As your

grey silhouettes

of butterflies dancing

on your ribcage

flood my irises

with adjacent imminence

of the essence, of your lips and hips

sliding upon

the fingertips of my delicate tongue.

Would you stand

to indulge

in a game of hide and seek.

As our blindfolds

unleash the curiosity of our lips

when an interchange

of savoured wine

drown our morals

beneath our throats.

While the drunken moonlight

sinks beneath our skin

a caressed confusion

of rosy scents and romantic

blues

when your toes brush my hairs

while my teeth trace the fears

encrypted within

your stretchmarks

amidst their melodramatic glands

and hippy hues

Before my curiosity of a man

journeys beyond

the tight turbulent strides

rolling towards

Your essence of a woman