I am enraptured.
Holding you like I want to absorb you through
my skin;
You holding me tight keeps me warm from the night.
You calm the fear, awaken the spirit, without even realising
the electric charge you make in me.
I don’t need to feel insecure with you.
I don’t need to be my worst enemy, punishing myself
from dank corners.
I don’t need to remind myself of icy touches, meaningless frenzies,
pressured
to feel vulnerable in the dark.
I don’t need to feel hunted, I know I don’t deserve to be dangerously
pursued.
I don’t need to wait for the sharp strokes of daggers against my skin the
more
we consume each other.
I know I’m safe to wait; I know it’s perfect as it is, building up for more.
You envelope me like a warm dream,
cozy, perfect, vivid, deep;
I can feel your pulse, a soft hum,
playing beneath me.
It quickens as we fall deeper into each other’s arm,
a tighter wrap, a closer kiss than before.
Is it possible to feel so calm with someone?
Is it real for me to see stars and tepid colours, the streets and lights of
the city anew, knowing I can kiss your cheek and
slip my fingers through yours, holding tight.
Bundled in your gaze,
I know I’m doing everything as I was meant to.
Kiss and play,
run and sweep,
into each other;
heart and hands,
eyes and roaming lips, soaking in each others’ terrain.
We draw deeper into each other,
Why do I feel so safe?
Don’t make me let you go, don’t make me embrace my soul;
cold chips, broken shards;
blackened and scorched as the wasted plains of my heart.
Please fill me.
Whatever you do, don’t let me go.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 2:35 AM UTC
I am enraptured.
Holding you like I want to absorb you through
my skin;
You holding me tight keeps me warm from the night.
You calm the fear, awaken the spirit, without even realising
the electric charge you make in me.
I don’t need to feel insecure with you.
I don’t need to be my worst enemy, punishing myself
from dank corners.
I don’t need to remind myself of icy touches, meaningless frenzies,
pressured
to feel vulnerable in the dark.
I don’t need to feel hunted, I know I don’t deserve to be dangerously
pursued.
I don’t need to wait for the sharp strokes of daggers against my skin the
more
we consume each other.
I know I’m safe to wait; I know it’s perfect as it is, building up for more.
You envelope me like a warm dream,
cozy, perfect, vivid, deep;
I can feel your pulse, a soft hum,
playing beneath me.
It quickens as we fall deeper into each other’s arm,
a tighter wrap, a closer kiss than before.
Is it possible to feel so calm with someone?
Is it real for me to see stars and tepid colours, the streets and lights of
the city anew, knowing I can kiss your cheek and
slip my fingers through yours, holding tight.
Bundled in your gaze,
I know I’m doing everything as I was meant to.
Kiss and play,
run and sweep,
into each other;
heart and hands,
eyes and roaming lips, soaking in each others’ terrain.
We draw deeper into each other,
Why do I feel so safe?
Don’t make me let you go, don’t make me embrace my soul;
cold chips, broken shards;
blackened and scorched as the wasted plains of my heart.
Please fill me.
Whatever you do, don’t let me go.
