Cylindrical smiles

I have cylindrical smiles that burn with the desire of my whole singular being.
And I want to breathe fire in the wet commotion of your eyes and tear those visions down, of the cold walls we built up...... and run with the scream of the world.

I show you my virtues with my rusty love and though the miracles on our lips. Visit you in miraculous rituals of touch with the pulse of your skin in a beauty personified, tired from the suffering of this world made anew by our deeper songs.