I’m drifting into a meditation of tantalizing tongue where your words are as sweet as honeycombs and my sweet spot is calling for more.

My eyes begin to close and I feel your chest pulsating against my thoughts and we are in sync.

I imagine us across the Indian Ocean, soaking up African sunlight, beaming with joy and laughter.

We’re surrounded by grace as Mother Nature dances, shouting praises to Ra for the light exposes true intention.

Hold onto me, give truth to my illogic.

Bring forth your shortcomings and let’s learn to adjust our judgements to reflect that of love and compassion.

Let’s love love.

Shedding our skin and bearing all, imperfection for imperfection. Kiss for kiss.