Connect.
your ever insistant                                                  
aura,
pulses against mine                                                  
Together
W­e naturally intertwine                                            



Honey;
Thats what fills your eyes                                        
Gold;
Shards of it sprinkled in your iris                                  
Stuck
I cannot break gaze                                              


Rough,
your stumble ****** my hot skin                                
In-sync;
hips sway, breaths catch, and passion comes into play              
Love,
is never mentioned; we need not say                            



we

are                       ­                                                   
but                                
angels,                     ­                                                                 ­     
      banished
from                                             ­                                                                 ­    
the                                                            
­heavens;    


fallen                                                    
yet                                                             ­                                   
not                      
qui­te                                    
broken