Our next meeting of breaths will be layered with wings.
These things - wildly flutter in spaces that require sustenance.
Oh to rub up against - you again.
From 9 to 10, I'll remember when your nature found me last. This happens when present yearning meets the past - the gasp upon your entrance in my mind- everytime.
Nerves take flight and we might meet feathers. The beginnings of something wetter, I mean better than my imagination. The conjugation of the game we're playing - I'm saying I want you. (Damn)
Goose bumps already in anticipation our conversations are so light. Those butterflies take flight and once again I'm in - the never endin' loop of hearin' you hum for me, your song sung for me - fucking cum for me - I run from the-
And then I shout - without a doubt
My ocean floors meet your shores and I'm sure more than before there's more after the sunrise.
I'll find your eyes meeting mine
And in kind I'll be given the moments between your blinks. A part of me thinks I'm thought of often. I'm sort of caught up in something like a rapture - I'm falling after you.
I ignore the impulse for wanting to know more yet in your presence I pour out my physical intentions.
Not to mention the tension caused because I mention nothing but there is something looming.
We're crooning this soothing chemistry. How I want to be the H to your every O just know.
From me to you, and you to me, we're resting on the possibility of things...words unspoken our tongues will sing for our next meeting of breaths will be layered with wings.
