As If To Kiss

by ibeamarioh

Soft. Supple. Sweet. Lets meet a quarter past desire, and just before the leak, that spills out the true emotions motivating our motion to coast with such devotion: smooth. Let us bee, buzzing our delightful indulgence; earn our forever, with time well spent. Lent by God, sent from the oddities of our personal actions that acknowledge this love with no apologies. This is just a testament, an articulation described with this approximation because the world knows not the fullness of this sensation. For the sake of tangibility, nomenclature: levitated elation inscribed in patience.