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