I am paralyzed.
My body will not move.
It's locked here, in this exact position,
Fixated on you,
resting on you but not dependent on you.
Simply… fixated.
Juxtaposed to where your limbs fit perfectly around mine and mine within yours into this perfect state of paralysis.
Paralyzed by you.
Stopped dead in moving existence and forced to cease all other activity
at that exact moment
so that all my body knows how to do is breathe in,
out,
breathe you in and out.
Taking in every second of this moment with or without choice, regardless, reduced to this state of complete paralysis.
Although everything inside stirs, warms, and moves I am still paralyzed by you.
I am restless and excited, aching to touch you and pull you even closer, but still it’s impossible for me to move.
To shake this hold that stops me and paralyzes me.
Caused by your touch, gaze, eyes, breath, beauty, lips,
absolute perfection that paralyzes those who it touches.
I, too, have been paralyzed by every ounce of you.
Your presence in this room
the image of you in my mind.
It forces the world to stop so that in my paralysis, all that matters is you,
and you here with me.