The imagination of your lips

Opening like a gate to heaven, closing with dizzy satisfaction and living like every desire after sunset, when it's supposed to be cold but with you my organs are burning with pleasure and my mind is getting fucked. Lips, lips that I once felt like a morning hoarfrost on a spring day, when we used to dance in lust like love convcicts living their last minutes. In this lips prison I truly lived but now it's cold like if that morning hoarfrost stayed and never left.