Love Late on a Sunday Evening in Five American Sentences
My arms surround you while drawing me close to your warm embrace in turn.
Lift your face to me and press your lips to the matched desire of mine.
Our tongues flash across each other while lightnings duel in the southern sky.
Stroke my lips with the sharp brush of your teeth painting stars behind my eyes.
Let me fill your mouth with promises of passions to make this kiss pale.