Time

   
I long for time to become dormant and still. Together, just you and I.  
To share the very beating of one heart , yours against mine.  
The same blood flowing as our bodies pulse in a united flutter.  
 
 
For our mind's to come undone,   
only to imbed within the other's.   
Vividly sharing the same thoughts,   
to find meaning in between the lines, to give them life,   
to help ease or erase every scar carried and hidden within these walls we keep.   
To know your secrets,   
feel the things you hide from the world. As I show you my very own.  
Sharing in one desire,   
the longing to seek, to stroke, to light and extinguish, to satisfy.  
 
 
A sweet embrace of our souls as our bodies unite. Wrapping ourselves in each other's inner recesses, compassion, love, hopes and fears.   
Carrying you in my veins as you do with me. Feeling so compelled to reach right inside of you,   
to find all that is so much deeper. The sadness and the happiness.  
 
 
Our vulnerability to be laid to rest. Offering, pleading, needing, nurturing, trusting.  
Feeding and feasting   
on the illicit hunger to quench our every aching need.   
The tender strokes, the lewd and greedy ones from beneath our fingers as they rummage from our thoughts and across our skin.  
 
 
Our bodies bursting with carnality as we fight a beautiful war.   
Two bodies struggling to find awareness and awaken   
every nerve, each fiber as we join.   
Being fed by your moans, your sigh's , the panting and warmth of your breath.   
Becoming languid and dizzy as we connect , molding to the rounded and rigid peaks of our bodies.   
Creating a scent of our very own as we fuse, an intoxicating fragrance.  
 
 
Your rigidity buried deep within my wet ravine, finding and coaxing pleasure, satisfying and relishing these gifts we share.  
The taste of our sweet love lingering on our tongues before we even reach our shared climax, craving a sampling from our most delicate of places.   
 
 
Tangled mind's,   
 
Tangled soul's,   
 
Tangled heart's,  
 
Tangled limbs,   
 
 
Of two bodies connected, completed and whole.    
Even then, I still long for time to stay dormant and still.