When you kiss me, it's as though I can swallow you whole.
Taste every inch of vulnerability grow, as I close my eyes and relish the silence in my mind.
We push and pull until I hold your face with every ounce of sensation; until it all blurs and heat rises and fades.
Before I know it, I am repeating last weeks fantasy and your release feels abrupt.
We lay panting, scared of routine and how every now and then it shatters.
And death, life, and laughter feel easier.
How the morning light, softens your kisses and beckons your touch.
Time is passing and it all grows effortlessly.