Dying,
In despair of your mouth,
Scratching your back wistfully,
In a love poem broken away,
Live.
With lustful teeth,
By checking your skin,
Territorial woman,
Belong
I want your body cinnamon and honey,
Suffocating the tenderness of your breath,
Between my legs.
Find,
Lost in our kiss,
The answer to my prayers,
In silent agony.
Lost my mind.
Is not love,
But a sham,
In a farewell announced
Forgotten within touch.
