Wednesday, January 9, 2013

blue.

Tiny galaxies composed of love trace the outline of my lips,
Racing back and forth, almost as rapidly as my pulse;
Almost as gently as my legs start to quiver.
Floating through the space between here and ecstasy.
Fingering my heart as it passes across your lips.

Stealing my breath, as yours so delicately extracts my heart,
Taking it gently to that place beside yours, just like home.