Do not tell me the word elixir has not breezed you 

Dew of springs bridge itch for wet encounters 

It is you I see throbbing duo portals hearts

Above and beneath water drip by drip

Tell me it is not a sin and I will fall like Sid 

My sand yearns for quick loosening at Air luxurious tips 

Bustling bubble of exotic sensual haven blooms pick you

Pressing for satiation of famished crave 

Garnished by erotic fluidity 

Each want unleashes elegance of deep lick 

Up pipes of vital fluids 

With heroic ethos I lay silently bequeathed to your blueprints 

Want for passion sprints

Each desire says “come sugar, come sparkle like twinkling stars” 

Deep waters erupt finest seas above and beneath. 

 

My earth gives way 

I am weak at the knees of my will and choice 

Crave begs the scream in me “yield to Lullaby’s spell”

For want of sudden strip of my lawns

These weaved yarns veiling my earth chant for tea breaks 

Ripple charms for want of you keep me in waves of the hour 

Tell me it is not a sin to give way to this throbs 

Like pianist I will run my fingers on your keys 

Where earth of roaring waters cuddle glossy pebbles 

Oh, genie this speaks genesis of perfection 

Waste no hour in Ecstasy's tower while highways pour 

Coursing through rarest raw tastes 

You tell me “shhh it is okay draw in bliss” 

What could I miss in a time like this 

Like spice and seasoning we roll into throbbing waters. 

 

Strolling down paths of ultimate curiosity 

Lost within Petals’ narration on this flipping sheets 

Each thrust ever noble 

Each plunge sings wild royalty 

Unveiling sweetened wants from zenith of sprinkling champagne 

Enriched with coming call of freshly plucked bloom 

Caressing pollinators, loving the way I am 

While shy is on exile 

I explore your bloom explicitly each precious minute 

I eclipse, manifesting you unto the love you dream

Not a chance, not a space I let you be while sizzling tables turn

Till you explode 

Right where gates of your champagne plunge to sprinkle 

Earth spoons its ankle and flows through to its bliss

We blossom to a boom on Time’s hips.