My head makes home on your silken bare chest.
I listen to the bumptious show raging beneath your flesh.
Your heart oscillating like a finicky fan, your hand stops to rest at the nape of my neck.
"What are you looking for?" You ask in an anxiously fettered tone.
I begin to smirk at the ambiguity of the question, although I very well know your intention.
I decide to stay ginger and ask "what do you mean?"
The cacophonous swirl begins to whir in your chest, like an overloaded laundry machine.
"...with us?" You finally suggest.
"Yes" I answer in curt fashion, beaming in certainty as he draws me in so we can meld together.
An anchoring connection leaving an indent in the earths crust and between the both of us.
The answer is "yes".