When our lips touch I want fire and tsunamis to be jealous of our storm,
I want the waves crashing against the rocks to pause and feel our energy.
I will not settle for anything less, for it would be a disappoint to my being;
to my foundation that makes me gasp for breath in the night, longing for fire.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
When our lips touch I want fire and tsunamis to be jealous of our storm,
I want the waves crashing against the rocks to pause and feel our energy.
I will not settle for anything less, for it would be a disappoint to my being;
to my foundation that makes me gasp for breath in the night, longing for fire.
