lips, warm and moist
part, just a bit, as my lips approach
gazing into your deep depth
in the bluest of your blue eyes
in the depth of your dark soul
in the fire of your blazing passion
the union of our perfect melding
the union of two hearts becoming one
the union of two sets of ready lips
is the ultimate place of perfect bliss
is the destined place where two souls meet
is the wondrous place where two minds join
is the realization of manifest wishes
asked upon the blackest sky
with only two visible stars
with only two visible souls
peering into the darkness
becoming one
becoming one