Infinova

Tongue slid
through the night
right across hers

She yearned for tastebud touch
silently simmering similarly
was I
letting my memory move in
all senses brush her smooth skin
I'm awakened high
and we are
mistaken by
the naked eye
as
normal
or if we're lucky
as "something special"
but our bond
responds to
what dripped off The Creator, Himself
so we shine to
divine dictated design
too supernova
for sunglass foreclosure
Infinity was invented to describe our destiny