With every touch of his lips
My enchanted soul whisperer
Tamer of my wild storms within
Claims me
So It feels like the first kiss
again and again
He is scrolling his
secret spells and incantations
my skin aflame his kiss remains
summoning from me
some wild and animalistic
fixations
~
He wraps me in
the tightest corset of night
Pausing only
to memorise the curl of smiles
tracing the lines of lips with closed
eyes so that I might braile
this fiery feeling in the smooth
shadowy halls of my spirit
He awakens my starlight
between his stacks of poetry
Both lost and found
within his velvet verse
