When I Think About Us...

When I think about us, my eyes recall the way they looked at you looking at me with that I've got to have you gaze and how in your reflection mine said the same I think about your tongue and the way it spoke it's charm in an irresistible language that words alone could never define I think about how our attraction is not about love, how it's only a simple emotion born from a passionate stance of merely wanting without denial and acting with pure honest admission I think about the air and the way it pricked my lungs as they exhaled the sweet unison of fruitful desires and orgasms that still vibrates madly beneath my flesh I think about the future and what it beholds for lovers like us, on how fearless we are in togetherness yet so afraid of the mystery in solitude