spreading trunks
of wants
love is
born
black forest birthing
of light
ignition of
fire
your lips are pink
i feel
nocturnal rush
moist and warm
my voice
tender words
you
are dancing
currant of love
purple grapes
nice and firm
orbicularis oris
the path to glory
we dwell
stars are hiding
Categories:
orbicularis, allusion,
Form: I do not know?