I will savour your lips,
as if they were the most delicious banquet,
a divine feast served at the table of my desires,
a dance of flavours that intoxicates my being.
Each kiss is a hidden delicacy,
a fusion of honey and fire,
that awakens my sleeping senses,
and draws smiles in the warm air.
Your lips, two rose petals,
that the wind caresses with sweetness,
are the nectar I long for,
are the source of my madness.
Like an aged wine in crystal glasses,
each sip takes me to an ideal world,
where time stands still and everything is passion,
where the echo of your laughter is my song.
I will savour your lips,
until I lose myself in their essence,
sailing through oceans of tenderness,
on a journey that has no sentence.
