Body next to body…  
Her breathe sounds like the ocean…wavelike, giving meaning to my silent waters
The tap of her fingers on my skin play a melody never before heard, and they dance along to songs on the radio
Songs that no longer sound the same, songs that make it impossible to be listened to without her being the resulting thought, songs that - in me - have become our songs
Our atoms bonding through the power of Oxytocin in order to create the ultimate love molecule
Mutating through ******…
Feeling the slither of her lips on my lips - and I'm not talking about the ones on my face…
Her breathe becomes one with mine, and it's unreasonable not to wish to spend every winter with her breathe being my only heater
So by now It'd be unreasonable not to let love take the wheel
So I sit back,
and enjoy the ride…
                                                   - F.V.