she...

are u for real?

satin finger tips and pomegranate tongue

dark eyes like dusty windows hiding treasures

ancient blood coursing thru fresh vessels

from dimly lit Brooklyn streets to
buried ruins

we travel kiss x kiss & touch x touch

1000 bitten lips and hyper ventilations later

we land

safely,

my bed is our runway

slow exhale and then it suddenly hits me.

Damn..

I guess u R real

afterall...