How I want you

My fingers are our lips,
deluged & soaked
in our memory of sunset walls,
with an eye of  the heart,
scavenging our skin,
altogether, in patterns,
i want to be your mouth
always moist,
always full,
with soft pearls of moth,
i want all of your body.

image& words ©MVS

Smokes and kisses

Hundred lipped mouths, wet and poppies
exist in our cities of rains and puddles
Throbbing eyes, milky jolts,
with lush moments of air and air,
Crisp, transparent, the air.
Peeling layers of our shaved skin,
sun-kissed scars and plateaus of the mole.
I smirk and rise like molten frames,
with eyes skinning past memories of lust,
Eulogies swinging, comrades of dandelion.

I knit your lips to my vainglorious body
for the fingers count your aches and twists,
I dilute in your convergence and liquid formation
Hourglass, my silhouette sinking.
You expand your inundate fingers,
they hallucinate my feminity,
with orgasmic temples,
caressing green fields, my stomach
undrapes, silk gowns floating.
aurora candle-lit stars,
my polar body diverged, fluttering
with caskets of thin films
of smokes and kiss.


©MVS- NaPoWriMo