Summits

At times like this, I think of you.
When the night is alive and the rest don't matter.
I think of the times you look at me.
And all I can think is what the hell do you see?
In those moments so quiet, yet so loud.
Eyes that look into my soul, hands that trace patterns on my skin.
And all the while so oblivious to the fact how special you are, as I don't let many people in.
You are one of the best people I've ever known.
When we're close by, this magic about you just makes time stop altogether.
Every time we touch, I have to bite back the little sparks of pure pleasure.
It nearly kills me every single time we have to part.
Who knew that someone I've known for such a short time could already hold my heart.