Impassioned

This is the sound of fire and flame
The whispers of pure whiteness, the color of the cotton sheets tangled around us
The crackling of embers lighting behind your eyes
A mute, deep, tangible hush, like that in a church before dawn breaks

This is the touch that moves like a falling leaf in a storm
Lighting gently on warm skin, to cause an almost indiscernable shiver
Caressing so that tenderness seems equal to an avalanche
And passion equal to the tempest of all lovers in ages past

This is how we rise, all encompassing, to meet the dawn as it's breaking
Seeing the universe and its billions of stars etched in the glory of your face
The impassioned Gods contained in the wonder of your flesh and blood
The poets flowing forth from your lips in an ecstacy of Life

This is how we crumble together
This is how we sleep wrapped in eachother, skin to skin
This is how we dream