Pulled
I push aside my pulled tooth.
I need that Chilli kiss, everyday. I hold myself to honour this, it is my need, her need. Our need!
Kissing passion, my mind alters.
I am transported through a field, of Mecca like holyness.
We are as pure as fresh glacial waters. Melted by the spring’s Sun.
When she pours herself upon me I am without despair, doubt, or anxiety.
Together we are as one, I am home, she gives me no self doubt.
