What would real love taste like?

Is it a sweet feeling?

What would a kiss that consumes the darkness be like?

Would the sky lit up?                                                                                                                                                                                Would I hear pretty sounds of bell?

My eyes keep looking out for you

though my heart skips a bit.

I refuse to believe it’s love and I chalk it up to loneliness

that’s what I convinced myself.

Like a fool why didn’t I figure it out?

My heart that’s overflowing with joy is eager to find out

what would real love taste like?

When it has found me.

Now I’m letting my imaginations run  and I shudder from the chill.

Goose pimples caress my hairy skin at the thought of loosing me in you.

My warmth, my presence, my nature, my whole that soft ember that yields and trusts.

The sunlight that glows to radiate the heart

the pure serenity of a woman’s love.

This flames of passion that burns fiercely

caressing, inciting, healing, evoking.                                                                                                                                                   Feels like I’m about to explode soon

what would real love taste like?

I can’t help the way I feel.

Where are you now my darling?

This Cinderella is all dressed up  to  see what you look like.

My heart stops to race a bit at the thought of your consuming love.

If I cried at midnight would you carry me and make me still?

If I fainted due to fatigue would you reach out to hold me tightly?

Can you read my heart right now?

Would you accept my feelings?

I don’t know what I’ll do when you make me say ‘’I do’’

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