How delicately smooth it is when you brush my face
As I trace magical patterns along your arm
With every heartbeat a small flutter consumes my stomach
My breath racing to beat the rush
Your body is something I can’t stop being aware of
It’s warm comfort acting as my coverlet
Consumed in the ideal of your very being
Lost in the gleaming russet of your eyes
Harmony elites my fibers, each of which seem to fly
Weightless and glowing together we are invisible
Old souls dancing in the dead of night
Though we bask on the carpeted floor
It’s the fantasy we’re living