Her eyes; with beauty
such as that of when clouds
make love to rainbows
When she speaks
or with her cleft lip,
she draws me
in to the well of emotional frivolities
She stood,
still as the soda's topmost layer after its fizzy fit expires
until I ran my hand through her hair,
like the wind by the river does the grass
Shaken; like a drug before opening,
in an eruption of seamless gasps and moans,
she grabs my hand like a guard's nightstick
and swiftly guides it as I feel the smooth of her back
Now, with Hands on her lower spine
gaze locked like jewels in a trinket box
She kissed me, permitting me to taste the depth of her soul
Her lips, like yin and yang
Biting and pushing,
Simultaneously pulling me in
For more of the same
In between which lives momentary pauses, evoking the silent yet sudden scream indicating to be fed more
Now,
I have drunk from the grape of the vine of the finest vineyard
Intoxicated;
in fear of being left alone with the thoughts of this moment as I might hangover in sobriety
This had been the most I had gotten
thus my borrowed time felt expired as usual
But not today, for in between one of those monetary pauses
she moans; calling out to me
"Take me, eat my soul and make me whole"