Sweats from our touch is like the seraphic music,
you hear it and take it all in,like the holy waters.
This thumping of my heart against your chest,gives
the shakes to the neighbours.My eyelid is heavy,
my lipstick is off,you nibbled my fears,anxiety.
Like the mist,I got into you..you will to discover me,
see the reflection,then come and pat your heart,
I reside in there,open the knots,
see the caricature in you,
The subsistence will grow harder,like parasite.
The quench will remain rapacious.
The thunder will rock our hearts,altogether,
Creating paradises to follow,
creating connotations of unfathomable desire.
I will soak into you,
bit by bit,
the level shall rise,over-rated it may be,
The smell of your chest gives the chill like the moon and the sun,
you make me,create me,
Like musical chords,
I hear you.