Stairway.

Seven and nine.

Between.

Between lips breathing fire.

I sense you.

Drawn.

Like magnets.

I close my eyes.

Lights.

Shadow.

Dim.

I’ll paint your neck with desire.

A kiss.

Words.

They flow..

Like raindrops from the sky.

I struggle to

Find

Words

To describe.

The flavor of your kiss eludes me.

It eludes me.

Stairway.

Please.

One more.

Time.

Note :  from a friend  … just posted it here since it is ” too much for his own brand ” lol.