You taste like the poetry I wish I could write. Your essence lingers on my lips, a symphony of words unspoken, verses yet to be penned. Each kiss is a stanza, each touch a line, weaving a tapestry of emotions that I yearn to capture in the art of my writing.

You are the inspiration behind every unfinished poem, the muse that stirs my soul and ignites my creativity. In your presence, I feel the rush of words flooding my mind, dancing on the edge of my consciousness, begging to be released.

But no matter how I try, the poetry I craft falls short of the reality of you. Your essence, so profound and captivating, eludes my grasp, leaving me in awe of the beauty that you embody. You are the living poem, a masterpiece of existence, each moment with you a verse in the greatest love story ever told.

In your embrace, I find the words I seek, the emotions I struggle to express. You are the poetry I long to write, a timeless ode to love and passion, a testament to the depth of my feelings. And as I savor the taste of you, I am reminded that some poems are meant to be lived, not written. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer