Conception

My lips, drunk
when it touches yours,
with words of incessant praise
my hands, drowned
in the oceans and mountains
mellow with touching organs
jaw-dropping moments
immeasurable bliss
treasures teem in travelling tongues
​​​​​​​writing many stories of love
stealing time, from time
I have become so big
my body consumes the stars
in your eyes
by leaps and bounds
I behold millions of sparks.

Only my kisses can conceive
the boon
what a glorious child
will be born of your womb.

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