Your words are yet more enticing,
Like the first tweedled of the spring.
My eyes have witnessed the glow that adorns thy face,
My soul still vibrates with each alluring chase.
My fingers crave for one single touch,
To carry you along, as you watch
Me walk through those miles,
Preserving thy thirst, beneath the smiles.
You kiss my aura as I walk,
Loaded with my heart, chasing my luck.
Like a wave of a distant dream,
I take you along the lusty stream.
Beyond the lands of human share,
Beyond the whispers, beyond the layer
That traps us in their mortal norms.
I will take you along those fervid storms.
Storms that hinder mundane thoughts,
And paint those tempting soulful plots.
I hold you close, close to soul,
I peek inside through each hole.
My wings are pink to hold you high,
To make you kiss through the scarlet sky.
The sky that belongs to insane waves,
The way we ponder, the mind still craves,
For each a tinge of lusty drops,
To let them grow, those humane crops.
Within my soul and within my heart,
My pinkish wings have held thy art.