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