In all of my travels,
I have never felt as though
If I weren't kissing someone,
Or If my hand was not firmly
Planted against the small of their back,
The whole of creation
Would crumble.

I have never seen
The universe at rest
In a single strand
Of hair out of place.

I have felt fire before,
But never hoped for fourth degree
Burns touching all the way
To my bones.

I tend to compare women to all
Of life's beautiful things.
But I'll be ****** if you aren't
A thunderstorm.

So bring the rain.
Send lightning through my veins
With your lips and flood
Me with your words.

We can splash in the puddles
That were our pasts
And wash away the world
Together.