Fluid Impression

By Nikki Quismondo

In the capacity to feel, a fluid impression remains
You're a liquid virtuoso, my prized
A connoisseur of my origin
Each sense marvels around another sensation
Like a note played on your guitar
Your eyelash fiddles a distinct imagination
a mercurial uprising into
the next chess piece of smile, like foreplay
heated temperatures vibrate my region
like a musical instrumentation of delectable dessert ensemble
it centers around the need for dancing
where your fingertips glide across the neck line of my energy
as my coastal foam sprays against your firm rock status,
i'll have you crave for bare feet pleasure!