Is reaching your pinnacles

and kissing the strawberry of your volcanoes

and melt in them while falling sweetly before you

looking at your eyes…feeling mesmerized as if by a cobra…into your heart.

Falling victim of Cupid’s arrows through my chest ( poor piece of flesh )

my body a victim fallen on your pubic grass.

Your skin being as hot as a sun, wet as a beach

and I…a shell in your ears.

Sweet Mary must have smelled like this to Joseph

and right now you are my Sweet Magdalene

those men before me taught you well

hope not to be an awkward apprentice.

Oh, your breathing is back…thank goodness…

wait, let me open your lips gently with mine…

easy, easy, easy…say nothing my love, but breathe your life into mine…

let your kisses speak your mind, while I speak  mine.

Ernesto Onofre