Owned.
of French underwear and kisses
where your scarlet whispers
echo sweet wickedness.
to wonderful taboos and mishaps
where our perennial innocence,
though equipped with all that we know,
will forever abound
not only awe
but anticipation as intense
as asymptotes
that never meet their distance
and incessantly insatiable
to engulf, to possess
to feel freedom through your lips
and have your veins explode like the sun…
So you can die the life that was only waiting
for you to make it come.
AND NOW, YOU’VE NEVER BEEN SO ALIVE.
