Translucent wisps dance in a dreamy allure,
I watch them entangle within themselves and, into nothingness,
Emanating from your mouth is the scent of liberty and prowess,
The essence of your being, I slowly inhale.
You glance through open windows,
I peek through my curtains,
As citrine light gently caress your vanilla skin,
I take glances into your soul,
Through short sips of sin,
A warm surge flows through the body,
A twist of the key lattices thoroughly unfolding,
Your words, unbarred,
As the touch sets in.
In that backseat,
Sempiternal.