Kissable Soul Poem by April Humason

I stole only a glimpse of him and now my soul embodies in lustfulness sin. For it was the hue blue of his eyes that infested me with toxicity. It was his muscular body that made me into a sexual bloodsucker. It was the smell of his cologne that propelled me into a love spell. Then it was the way that he smiled that made me his sick love child. And how his clothes hugged all over his sexy body making me interpose sexual fantasies. This is the cost for craving just a kiss of his soft lips?

But he is confine to another woman so I have to restrain from his sexual appeal. I will not get to glare into his beautiful blue eyes as we share in delicious sin. There will be no gentle bite to excite his darkest fantasies. Are I will not debase him for just a taste of his sweetness. We will never compile our role playing with a naughty smile. I will never strip him down to take a dip inside my fun house. But most of all I will miss never kissing his smooth lips with his body pressed against mine.

I have to share this in a meanness affair to dream of you. Because the magic in his eyes are causing tragic undesirable naughty thoughts. I will find a body to be the path to embody my fantasy. He will be my hell I have to smell to perceive the connection i never have with him. I will put on a grin as I spin into a imagination of you begging me to choke you tighter. But then a lapse at reality will collapse into misery. Knowing his lips are the poison that grips onto my kissable soul.