Eau De Poetry Poem by Alain Safa

I squeezed my thoughts,
and I poured in your parfume
I did not know,
that every time,
you had your parfume on you,
that they would reveal,
all my secrets
The poetry words smelled,
a magical scent,
that attracted,
all the stars,
and the moon.
Every time you moved your body,
you blew up the scent of my passion,
as a fiery volcano,
and the words of love,
turned into lava,
that spread themselves across lakes,
that thirsted and longed long time,
to drink our enchanting blend of passion,
Poetry, power in a special parfume.
I long to be unite with you,
not ony by words of poetry
I want to be the essence of your fragrance,
that will react with your body´s heat
and moves every time you get warmed up,
by my burning kisses,
when I kiss you
in every pore, and around every corner,
of your enchanting landscapes.