This Gift Of Blood And Beauty

It is a gift of beauty and blood, though I’ve no name for it.
It is a feeling to weak to be branded as love,
Yet, too intense to be infatuation of the mind.
So I settle for feeling you, in every form you come.
Is it possible to be intoxicated on a feeling?

As sunsets fade into sunrises, my eyes roll to the back of my head
My control gone, my heart wild,
But I’m too high to come back down now.
You lips sing notes onto my skin,
And I struggle to hit the notes with raspy moans.
When the song comes to an end, and the notes are too high, you watch me fall apart,
Under a flame that burns any other from my thoughts,
And spreads like wildfire across my chest.

So the magic fades and the stars dim from behind my eyes,
There are so many things I want to tell you,
But my lips have sealed themselves shut,
So I let my body speak my mind,
And pray you understand the secrets she sighs out.
I’ve known the flavor of your brand liquor,
Enough to chase, enough to gasp,
As your kiss burns what’s left of the air in my lungs,
Another has never left me speechless until you.
I want you to know I whisper you name alone,
As you tongue unfolds riddles from my skin.

So I let you whisper dirty things into my ear,
And I’ll let my imagination take me to a place of sweet nothing.
So perhaps a feeling is the best it will ever be
Just this moment of ecstasy between two bodies, two souls.
But know there is no need to question my intentions,
And do not let my mind speak for my heart
Because the two can only seem to agree on one thing;
That this gift of beauty and blood has no name but yours.

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