i was blind and frequently had my eyes closed,
as his fingers left a trail of fervourous dust on my skin.
he towered in the moonlight, in the rays of dawn,
and our minds intertwined with a touch of gin.
he bent my spine and curled my neck,
he showered me in gold with all his strength,
sighing and murmuring words into my chest,
with hopes, my heart would hear it louder than the rest.
i have lost my senses in our warm sheets,
i have drowned in his fire and slithered to sleep.
there was an extinction of mediocre in his passionate touches,
ravaging the times he left me cold.
i was blind, i was deaf and i could barely speak,
but those were nothing compared to what i feel.
he cradled and moved against my body,
and left me floating into the euphoric galaxy.
