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.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
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.
