“Immaculate!” she cries out to me for respite,

I slow my pace, tenderly as I touch her eyelids

And tread my folded fingers across her waist,

I lay my brow heavily against her thigh; I don’t think I’ve ever felt this loved…

Her matted hair and sun-kist eyes are reminiscent of sweet goodbyes,

And crushed, bruised lips bleeding into my soul until we met one,

And she’ll speak to me, a whisper in my ear, and then I’ll melt into her.

She’s everything that I once held dear and I don’t know…

I-I can’t find the words to say - to describe the way I feel when I’m with her

Sensation’s killing me; I still taste her on my teeth – I’m in love

And I’ll breathe in the air she breathes, till her love suffocates me

In it’s saccharine embrace; I fell into fantasy - in this silence I do believe!

…I’m in love.