Just a drop of love every minute, and my heart would have filled over. It wasn't hard but to me it looked hard. My heart grew bigger, and could capacitate a lot more than I can imagine. However, absence of such love diminished my expectations and soon the desire too. The longer I waited, the further I walked away from myself.
We held on to that Bournville as we nibbled it, The essence of the dark chocolate was later masked by the sweet aftertaste of your lips. As our breaths gushed through our desires, I pulled you close by the waist. I drew the nectar from your neck, My eardrums echoed with your soft moans, I am enchanted by your pheromones.
I looked straight into your eyes as they rolled back, Your nails digging deep through the skin on my back, The colour of your nail paint matching my blood, dripping. Your lips had a passionate tint , Our breath resembled the smoke to the Fire within. The intensity reverberated through the walls of our heart. I'm falling head over heels for my favourite art.
Eyes. My friend and my foe. Holding back truth and tears. Expressing faith and fears. I'll cover them and let them rest, Till my heart can pump to its best.