“Kisses of the sweet.”
As I begin with this story to tell,
from whispering to the losing thoughts of discrete.
While embracing the shadows,
I run for you down the street.
The beauty and grace,
to remember them between the lane,
I seek for answers beyond my burning
sensation of the bittersweet.
Tender lips, the touch of honey,
long and slowly they reach my skin.
therefore, I close my eyes,
feel with my heart, and preach for this sin.
“My thoughts leave me rising,
my heart less disguising,
you have been in my soul mesmerizing.”
As I was wishing for more,
I do not want the story to begin.