Once more

Once more, we find ourselves here. Dumbfounded and still.

In awe and admiration of each other's perfection, and more so of our flaws.

Our minds collide creating the perfect storm.

Rattling our worlds, making us one again.

Laying side by side,

our toes gently collide as I trace your curves with my fingertips.

I caress your hair,

and lose myself in the depth of your eyes

while they stare into my soul.

Your head on my chest

deciphering my heartbeats.

My hands around your waist

as we stare at infinity.

We exchange warmth

and taste life.

This moment,

we have everything.

As we make time stand still

just for us.

We trade our happiness and sorrow

for this very moment,

we do not think of a tomorrow.

What we have is eternal.

We do not speak,

but our silence does.

Sonnets of desire.

A picturesque canvas,

painted with pure love.

We are poetry.

With every movement,

we create a masterpiece.

Our masterpiece.

That cheeky smile slips,

after the little bite of your lips,

while we breathe each other,

now closer than ever.

Wanderers sharing a tent on a deserted island

lit on fire.

We are the masters of our lands,

our dreams,

the world we have built together,

founded by shared memories,

and countless adventures.

We whisper in each other's ear

our names,

as sweat drowns our troubles

and your touch numbs the pain.

We travel through time back to the night we met.

Expressing love

the way we did back then, unconditionally.

Jazz punctuates our night.

Lights off, we become one with the night.

And the moon, the stars and all that shines.

The darkness might return tomorrow,

not today.

For today, we live our dream.

And tomorrow, we dream.