Only the sounds of soft moans and deep gasps will be the rhythm that our bodies will dance to. A cold paintbrush makes artwork along my canvas I call a body, and maybe you'll make something so beautiful I'll accept myself. We will spiral in love like a universe as the minutes go by but to us it's only stopping. Kissing, biting marks to only leave a trace that I was here, experiencing your beautiful body. To run my hands through your hair and hear you say my name in such perfection I feel it through out my body. I feel your lips drown in me and your taste runs in my veins, and every night i crave it. Your laugh as I'm thoroughly pleasing you makes me smile so much, as I kiss you softly. To have you melt in the palms of my hands, in comfort.  Falling into each other eyes like some kind of galaxy.