Onurb Azile

Fire

You’re a spitfire mouth 

speak an illusory language 

Compliments in scouth 

Words become languished 

Those eyes so mesmerizing 

and lips so pierce 

it’s almost traumatizing 

your love so fierce 

the complexion is striking 

and tones so smooth 

I’ve taken a liking 

Your embrace does soothe 

To lay in your arms tonight 

and feast on your aura 

would be a delight 

Until we meet zora