#muic
Midnight.
Darkness.
The soft yellow light that barely pierces our blinds from the street lamp below.
My senses heighten with each passing second.
I begin to hear the rhythm of your breath. The pound of your heart. The softness of you pulling me closer, even in slumber.
My imagination takes hold.
You are a song.
You are a song without lyrics.
For the most beautiful of symphonies have no words.
You, my love, are a symphony.
Majors and minors.
Strings.
Wind.
Perfection.
Your breath on my shoulder; the melody.
Your heart's rhythm against my breast; the bass.
Your sleepsweet mumbling; the harmony.
Your hand upon my hip.
Our legs intertwined.
We move closer and closer as your song plays on.
Softly.
Sweetly.
I can feel the love on your skin.
Sinking into me.
Traveling deep in my veins.
Filling my breast.
Warming my ribs.
My sweet symphony.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC