• He touches my skin
    I tremble
    with each lengthening second
    each deafening heartbeat
    each butterfly
    anticipation grows
    and the inches
    disappear

    fractions of a second
    til there's nothing
    between us
    and two souls
    spill out to become one
    and in this last second
    til his lips touch mine
    i feel nothing
    but the world fading
    into black
    insignificance

    in a moment
    the distance is closed
    and like the perfect glove
    the forms fit and mold
    into one continuous
    body
    feelings flow
    love fills the void
    that thoughts once occupied
    a feeling designed
    by God himself