Limbs trembling.
Mind suspended, somewhere between worlds.
Physical vessel entrusting you with secure landing.
A loss of control, fueled by our blissful encounter.
Inhaling.
Lungs expanding.
Natural instincts gratifying impermanence.
Weightless wanderer.
Enveloped in kaleidoscope colors.
Consciousness exploding, exploring, searching.
Floating.
Senses heightened.
I hear your breathing, feel your fingers lace into mine; breadcrumbs, leading me back to you. Sated.
C. Stephens