Leaves falling apart, reckoning each drop of the dry foliage.
Fostering moments to be treasured in the amity of your presence.
Ticking time comes to an impetuous stand still;
The sound of silence a music to luxuriate in.
The rhythm of my stolen heart sways to the frequency on your lips;
The magic of the sparks flying imaginably fills me as I cogitate.
The sound of my heartbeat like the steps of a marching band of horses thumps audibly.
The tickling sensation of desire, fluttering down my back.
A nudge to the heart unmatched, as an itch that brews with every feel;
Like a burning crave that every soul seeks to articulate.
Lost in the fantasy of the moment, unbothered by reality.