A wild love...

Is when your emotions are fermented To reach their maximum limit Is when your calamity is tortured To beat its final limit It is when you run your tears frequently Than you ever did in your adult life It is when your heart burns with pain Such that you feel nothing but rife It is not an excitement Or warm bath in the winter It is not laughter or screams of enjoyment It is not your lust for another When you sleep naked looking up Imagining kissing soft lips and wet tongue Smoothing your palm on silky thighs And rubbing stomach with the tongue Liking the nipples that takes you up Right into the highs And being kissed on the neck and over Or looking at quivering breasts tipped over It is not that statement It is a wage of your passion For one another and over It is a labour of your selfish heart That wants to own and be owned for life Your heart that told you forever you belong It is your dreams tipped over In reality to manifest So being together, you won’t be long It is your thoughts when angry With the one who kissed you deeply The one who shown you new things The one that passionately opened your legs That very person to breath chest to breast with you This very one to make you scream in pleasure And make you groan with comfort for you To have tasted the closeness without pressure It is this feeling when you go made at each other The frustration you get and the disappointments It is these that make one another a treasure Such that when you pass the wind And gone past dreams and lusts And done all you ought in the pasts Such madness reached and reconciled Are the solidifiers of your soft morrow They are the treasures that revamp your passion Since your new dawn to this duet life It is what’s left of you When the sex desire runs low It is the realisation that you can live Inter-woven even when her breasts wilt Or when his short leg breaks or it wilt Such that you got nothing to look forward to But your pumping hearts And depth smiles and memories This is what it means... and much more