-I can taste the sensation in my brain a drug moment defined by you-
a little slip to a lip, to a touch, to much- such interactions leave my heart in a **** roll around the cloth in a lump-sum of love holding onto firm feelings of the swelling of our tongues back to the white as we dance with our smiles forth, moving forward in a motion (we won’t turn)-
split the gates wide open let the honey flow from your wells face deep in life’s sweet sensations drinking deep of your sweet nectars- I will hold firmly to the tiny words cradled in your chest leaving me breathing until we’re both out of breath-
spread apart, open like a rose in bloom, our hearts awaken as I hear birds swoon- a loud and beautiful chirping, given to the space above- dams held back from bursting forth, no room to keep it held up. Intertwined, upside down, neck deep in our song, Flittering and Clittering reversed first in our souls. a shudder, a touch, and the life of our sound.