When I sleep,you find your coquettish way into my dreams.
I make believe of our nuptial flight.
Enchanted by your smiles I am.
Smileys and Emoticons of kisses and roses are your Magic Wands.
Not sure anymore if that's the only reason my heart pounds,throbs and bangs on my aortal walls.
She's pretty, I can now admit so effortlessly
Or whether the blazing self confidence in her eyes is inclusive
Disrobed of all ego I am
My disrober
I make believe our lips blend in a phantom kiss
A holy kiss not the Iscariot, yet to sell you into the ambiance of my heart
Calmness you'll bring to this throbbing aorta
With caresses of your dactylic wand in lieu of emoticons.
With pats of Aall izz Well
But be deceived not my lady,into illusions of my sickening love
For coquetting, my hobby is peculiar to you not and words
Sugarcoated.
Lying tongue, silver-laminated.
