We are kissing each other on the lips
while hitting Love and wobbling around
only the walls are barricade to our lust.
Your mouth is beginning with a damp alphabet
a red butterfly settled on your face.
Look dear, sparrows are flapping in my rib cage
I kissed you with sparrows from the thin places of your dreams.
Your breasts are two bunches of daisy
suddenly blooming through the sky of my mouth.
Then your breasts are a pensive river
flowing into the sea of my mouth.
I draw the purple map of lust on your skin by my mouth.
Look dear, sparrows are flapping in my rib cage
I kissed you with sparrows from the thin places of your dreams.
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