It is not a walk in the park.
Nor a halo that glows in the dark.
It is not the chord that pleases the Lord, But love…
A rhythm that sparks up the chambers of heaven.
As sweet as it feels,
So toxic it is for my skin.
The toxins in its particles have my heart burning…
Can I articulate this emotion further?
It is not the softest meddling of hands at moonlight.
Nor the fingers that had me purring like a cat.
Would you rather have a touch of my paws
Or claws deep into your flesh.
For this love, is not a bunch of roses at my doorstep.
Just the scent of your secrets I smell on your chest,
right before our bodies wrestle.
Right before our imploded emotions explode…
not further than the walls of this hotel.
