There's something sensual about getting lost in oblivion
The way my legs wrap around his torso
Like a knot around an anchor
Without weight impeding our movement

There's something powerful about uttering each other's names
The way a sun burns between
Each of our lungs
Without gravity impeding our resonance

There's something addictive about inhaling the scent of his skin
The way a burst of passion explodes inside of me
Like a volcano erupting for the first time in centuries
Without pressure impeding our connection

There's something so unutterably
Remarkable about him,
That I can never seem
To find the right word for it.

There's something.
And it's the most beautiful something
That has ever found me.