Love

A pain overbearing to the soul as it works its way up to your chest. It clings to your heart and slowly picks away at your will-power. I long for our lips to touch and linger idly as i taste your sweet breath on mine. I wait for the spark that tingles my back when you slowly sweep your arm across my spine. Take my hand in yours. When our skins touch we create a fire so cold it melts our finger tips together as we press them against each other. Wrapped in your heat we slowly fade from existence and create a land sustained by our overflowing lust. We break from the brinks of reality creating our own cryptic unwritten rule of love. I’m infected with the plague of undying passion.