YOUR LIPS

(1)

one days , the sun would decide to split into two parts ..!

Believe me..
that day will be coming when the Sun will be accepted to do it , just only to be your lips…!

Even the Pacific ocean, that which encircles the planet with his arms..

Day will come for his cool over , to burning loud ..

red sparkle will flaring , descend as rain of feminine volcano ,
feminine has close hour of its revolution over your lips ..
your lips, O my idol , it’s so delicious than grapes wine
So sweeter than pomegranate juice..
No , they are in origin , most amazing than the sun on the sunset ..!
This sunset , which make me remember your lips ..
This glowed red disk of sun , reminds me with high-gloss , of your lipstick ..!

(2)

While watching the broken strings of light above the water surface ..
During sunset ..
I’d remember the passion of that knight “Antara” ,
who want kisses the bloody sword .. !!

Because it was a copycats of your lips,
sparkle like your mouth smiling.. !!

Yes, its red bright dancing of sunset , can see over the shimmering water , similar to this complication lines above the hills of your lips..

All these lights are dancing all by the rhythm of my heart beating ..
This beatings wich longing for your red wine ..
This rhythm, with this flaring melody, which pumps “sometimes” red light between the letters of this words you see now amor..

And pumps, “sometimes” golden light glow with brown..
It was Reflected from my soul depths , inspired by your Spanish skin to the extent that this characters are stop for a moment !
………………….” Silence ” ………………………
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(3)

My words silent for some time , patrolling in my imagination space length and breadth..
This words extends to reflect the scene of your lips :

What is a red plateau covers your mouth baby ?
it’s your lips amor , which defy me , as if it was fate .. !

it’s your lips honey , which mobilized all of what it’s wild ambitions to make me rushing into a coffin..
your lips was my choice to be my coffin ..
it will be my shrines , this a red plateau ..
However, it is not the last..
they will travel me beyond the twilight, where fresh lava are boiling !

(4)

While your night hair relaxing its winding ,O darling ..
When be surrounded with all my being, by its whispers, its touching and its perfume ..
While the remainder patience are dispute my last breath , that be extended in a coffin of your lips, tied tightly over your hug stove ..
The full evanescence hour has been arrived when it was decided by your eyes ..!

this will be the look of ignition flash , to drive me to be nothing ..
The Holocaust of your lips , which my coffins, are started now ..
this burning entity , this immolation of flesh and blood , will emitted at last as ash mounts from this plateau above your red feminine …!!
Scattered over the Pacific Ocean, to travel over the all world ..

But , will re-assembly as if it was resurrection ..!!
It’s on your Sunrise ,
resurrection by your red lips , on this new wonderful Red Dawn ..
a morning, which advance me most tender word from you :
Te amo ..

to be created again .. !
Yes baby , your lips breed me every morning ..

(5)

When you pronounce my name every Dawn ,
your lips will creating me again every morning ..
I am a creative of your mouth ..
a Beginning was a word , the God is this world word ..
your name is my life word ..
When its letters had been broken..
I’ll lost all hopes , all wishes , and lost all meaning ,
My life will be desert ..
Because You ” … ” are my real existing word

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