Violent eruption causes the collision.
True love is the attraction.
The holding of air is the pleasure.
For every moment is captured,
Between lips and tongue.
Gasping and moaning of two souls mending.
Becoming one entity with body and mind.
Ripping and mending again and again.
This is the ecstasy of the lovers mind.
⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋
“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.” – Judy Garland