It was a crimson kiss that sent my blood pulsing,
roaring, such spirit evangelising the electricity within my limbs.
Glee swollen in my belly, each step like water to him,
for when i touched his coffee skin,
id melt before his touch, as his mouth would open releasing the flames of an everlasting love.
The dialect like sparks of electricity,
the passion of a song bird, the poem from his lips.