Transforming Your Exotic Kiss

What kind of lust is this? Firey daggers of romance Two-pronged on the table Your heart at significant crossroads Fearing he still grips the pulse of dreams Believe me, when I come full bodied My stance is definite Along your quicksand embryo We've danced through armaggedon Reality and the pillows of thought Plushy laid upon your sleeping grove Watery graves in thrall beyond the ruminations of language Music deftly played continues its vast beat As you and I merge together