When night comes I will be drinking his lips

Екатерина Передереева
When night comes I will be drinking his lips.
I am dreaming of tasting his moisture.
I  am mental, so obsessed
My breath's deep , my desire is glorious.

His celestial body is mine
for this moment, for the Eternity.
I will never allow to stop
our kisses , endless endearment.

what he thinks
does not matter to me.
He is close - then he does mean it.
when my hair becomes really grey
I'll  recall these wonderful memories