My lips are moving,

But no words emerge.

So lost am I

Soaking in the sight of you.

The blue of your eyes

The curl of your hair

The half-shaved stubble,

Sending chills down my spine

As it grazes my neck.

No room for words anymore

No thought of conversation

As we lose ourselves to the other

Your lips, my hands

Your neck, my nails.

An endless cycle of give and take,

A blissful circle of life and love.

And my lips are moving,

Whispering in your ear.

As I lose myself to your touch,

As I lost myself to your face.

No hope for me anymore,

I’m lost to you.