He wanted to kiss her badly
Like stars colliding to illuminate the night sky
Or Dickens indulging in an opuim day’s rest.
To educate his lips within the study of her
She was the sun;
He was flower looking for her love
Drunk with frustration
With upturned eyes
Wanting to divulge in her.
Wanting to burn within her existence.
Ayrenyl – justification in an insane desire.
Light from Lita
See you soon