your flesh perfume

The room echoes your flesh perfume
your divine instincts appear
like a erotic, supreme lecture
you move upwards and via
Transform me to an extension
of all your body's edges
and sculpture with perfection
any flaw that emerges
Our breasts won't detach from each other
till they're covered by sweat
and if possible, our bodies 'd rather
stay for ever in that bed
Kisses like trembling hands
touch whatever occult subsists
Your breathe on me is like stars
that beautify the view in the mist
Drunken by your eyes' universe
You touch me and I loose sight
Our savage temper becomes less fierce
when our eyes talk in quiet