Strange,
new,
foreign.
His hand touches mine-
electricity.
Unimaginable, feeling like this again...
... so alive
His lips touch mine and I'm reborn,
reincarnated,
flying.
But oh! I'm so scared -
free-falling.
Who's to know what is beneath me?
So I trust,
open up,
let go.
On the tip of my tongue,
at the bottom of my soul,
I feel the words forming.
Heart beating in time
to my mind that is racing.
His sight:
pure ecstasy,
pure bliss,
so high.
I am swept away,
away,
in a wind scented with it.
The noun,
the verb,
the adjective.
So vast,
and oh-so premature.
So blissful,
so sinful,
so wrong,
so right.
Can't clear my head,
can't come down,
can't slow my heart -
I don't want to.
Closer,
closer,
the ****** of expression;
the words push at the back of my teeth.
I need to say it,
I need you to know it,
reciprocate,
appreciate:
"I think I'm falling in love with you."