The I in you.

The atmosphere is fragrant with your scent,
adorned in transcendence of your grace.
The nape of my neck melts to the warmth of your breath
as your lips slowly greets my face.

Wrapped around the arms of my beau,
gently curling in like a new born.
The only thought I bear is loving you-
With my temple draped on your bosom.

Little wonder our hearts are up in races,
jumping hurdles,playing flip overs
and springing forth as beautiful daisies-
Amorous feelings of bonding lovers.

Such passion aired in this mute conversation-
every word silent to the ear,
tongues twirling in storming emotions,
locked in the lips of my dear.

Every caesura in this love art we write,
is greeted with a smile after the other.
This is bliss to my mind and it be right,
that my soul is one with my lover's.