Like reflections, like twins

Beauty I yearn for,

To hold,to feel, to taste beneath my skin.

To bury my fingers in dark tresses and caress soft lips,

To feel the heaving of bosom tune in to mine

Watch the salty rivulets flow from the caverns of passion to a void of expectations.

To follow the trail leading deep into the hearth of love, from lips to lips;

Not a man, not a woman, but two souls identical dancing to a rhythm, not a beat amiss.

Like reflections, like twins,

Wading hand in hand on the shores of passion before taking a dip.