Nightmares

Tears are welling up, just as I hoped they wouldn't, and I have to blame you. Favorite films are tainted with you, and I can't seem to find the proper cleanser to do away with the stains; why'd you have to come about and make your mess? Dirty kisses are all over, and the overwhelming mountain of them leave me to contemplate that which I thought I had left behind. Why'd you have to come about making your mess? No one can clean it up, not even you.

Ease

The ease in which your lips form impeccable doses of sensuality has yet to cease to amaze me. Once again you've proven that with eyes closed loving you would still be the euphoria I'm indulging in my present. The magic you possess isn't crude charm; your gift to melodiously tempt me to satisfy all of your will, along with your restraint in not abusing my naïveté fuels this monstruous and all consuming fire.
The ease in which your lips form perfectly the only words I need to hear is unnaturally, yet easily, the most beautiful memory you've left with me.

Adoration

Sensual expressions have eradicated, and at last, I've kissed the waters of inspiration. Ephemeral perhaps, but I feel an abundant happiness that can be identified in the depths of my heart, the deep of my eyes, the grins on my face. Happiness that life births is a phenomenal sacrament that traces only few lives, yet I was graced. I was graced to feel that which I haven't felt in more than a year, and here I am. Enjoying.

Rolling hills of happiness, I adore you.