The line of your smile brings me back to the past

I kissed it I drank it with passion...

And now who is touching these lips' pure lust?...
...obsession...
The sparks in your eyes that evoke all the bliss,
I played with the sun in your hair...
But now who has signed your neck with a kiss?
...despair....
The touch of your fingers - electrical shock,
I wished I could melt in this fusion...
But now who is sharing your tender sweet talks?...
...delusion...
(21.05.2014)
Alena Iriskulova