Your lips,
as soothing as velvet,
asphyxiate my senses,
torture me as they leave my lips,
and when they touch me again,
you bring the heavens down to me.
Your look,
like a mysterious enigma,
won’t allow me to escape,
nor allow me to look outside your beauty,
and when you are with me,
you bring the heavens down to me.
Your existance,
as cruel as a raging fire,
as grim and barbarous as an isolated cold night,
yet…
the only reason for my existance.
Your love,
may touch my heart,
and leave me without life,
as you bring the heavens down to me.
- Michael
