With every touch of his lips

My enchanted soul whisperer

Tamer of my wild storms within

Claims me

So It feels like the first kiss

again and again

He is scrolling his

secret spells and incantations

my skin aflame his kiss remains

summoning from me

some wild and animalistic

fixations

~

He wraps me in

the tightest corset of night

Pausing only

to memorise the curl of smiles

tracing the lines of lips with closed

eyes so that I might braile

this fiery feeling in the smooth

shadowy halls of my spirit

He awakens my starlight

between his stacks of poetry

Both lost and found

within his  velvet verse