She gasped as he caught her in his arms
Snuggling in her neck
Filling his lungs with the scent of her
Getting lost in her charm
Then, he laid his lips on her brow
With the forehead kiss,
Her third eye chackra spun out of control
With the inward flow of sensation,
Passion flowed,
Atoms mingled,
Consciousness awoke,
And the two unified into bursting fireworks, weaving an endless view,
Leaving behind a plethora of color.
His kiss, like a fire that burned deep into her soul.
He was the flame and she was the fuel.
Their lips meeting was like a massive inferno.
She moaned in bliss.
As she bore her soul to answer the twin flame call.
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A Compendium Of Feelings To "THE ONE THAT IS TO BE MET". #tfa2017
PuisiA collection of poems written by me in silence, sadness and emptiness. Looking at the world from various perspectives. Life isn't all simple and straightforward. It's filled with twists and turns, magic and splendor. The world is a marvel, be it i...
