When I Taste You

Some stand on their tip toes

to see better

I bow down

to your tip toes

to see you better

when I taste you

little by little

I'm watching you

like a hungry wonder

I hear the desire boil in you

from there from the ninth heaven

I plunged into the mirage of the crater

desire runs from one to the other

I light myself up

I burn

and I quench in you

I hug you

prodding the smoldering fire

I incite you

to erupt

unrestrained volcano

then to just look at each other naked

and to wonder

seeing what love can do

with people