Return to at the thought of being close to you.. (idea)

skies fall and eyes drown amidst
beautiful death of faintest hope
lingers, floating on a wind thick
with love and longing for.. you

hands placed beneath moving lips
to feel, feel words and thoughts
escaping through warm mouth which
belongs to you, if you'd care for..

soft brush across flesh.. i am
melting, lost.. at the thought of 
being close to your warmth and  
intense emotion pours from these..

eyes that want nothing more than to 
share a piece of universe with yours
Existing:


Non-Existing: