Fuck fireworks!
Every beat is like an H•Bomb landing
Giving life to my Hershey's Kiss Queen while she rotates my planets -
God damn it!
I've gotta hand it
to God for making passion,
lust, desire and love take form in physical fashion - everlasting
Like sweet liquored licorice
her lips make me miss a kiss I've never witnessed
- I'm twisted by this mistress!
My wish is to grant her wishes,
but all that exists is -
explicit visions broken by intermissions
- whenever real life kicks in.
I'd rather dream to her pulse rate
and fiend for her touch and taste
- than exist as a being in a scene minus her lovely grace
I'm enchanted by her beats per minute
trying to creep up in it,
painting pictures of paradise -
hoping she could see US in it.
Her heart's fire sparks desires that rises my blood pressure.
My eyes start to undress her -
A beat skips, we meet lips and my happiness lasts forever
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