Breathing Desries

Latched on to the heart

My eyes wants to be tickled,
as it's sight touches your tingling lock swaying by your ears.

My Lips wants to be your locks,
As they gently steal the kisses from your cheeks.
My glare gently touches your skin, to slide down the curves of your neck.

My face wishes to sync in the aroma of your skin
and brushing its way down to your lower back.
And stay there until you turn.

Held my very face and guid it to the closest inche of your lips.
My lips are destined to meet yours.
And stay there, collided and tangled.

Creating a channel where your breath enters my soul and mine into yours.
The very warmth of your breath
Ignites the fuel of my passion.
That has been there for ages ,lying dormant.
In the depth and darkness.

The ignition is felt strong.
So strong that it knows no boundaries.
It's felt from the distance unknown.
It's this ignition that bridges the gap of infinite years.

Either we merge to burn.
Let the fire take over us
And burn with each other as one.
Or we burn any ways.
Let the distance be the inferno.
We burn in desire or
let desires burn inside us.