I have a poem burning on the tip of my tongue

leaving kisses where there used to be silence, dropping lit verses in your collarbone. I want to follow the warm route of your skin, go down slowly to your abdomen, there where desire awakens and passion breathes hungry... Recite wet and fiery words to you a few inches under your navel, in that holy corner where the heart of longing beats fierce, where fire is born and it spreads like lava on blood. I want to drop my lyrics on you, Like hot honey slipping on your skin, savoring you in every break, hear you sigh and whisper my name while the air doesn't fit between your chest and mine, heart. G i r a s o l 🌻 April 24, 2026