Kisses on top of his bald head
Smelling his thoughts
Lingering in the moment
Waiting for him to move
He doesn’t
He thinks deeper
Sending vibrations of
Wants
Needs
Greed...
I feed on his energy
Lips glued to the sticking point
I, a receiver
Absorbing
Waiting to be full
It doesn't come...
The fullness...
Hunger subsides
and I slide from head to Lips
Kiss to be kissed
And we melt into a dimension where words are...
Colors
Feeling
Musical notes
... And with any other, this shit would seem strange ...But with him... it's just another Astral plane that we exist in...
We on some "Me and him only."
By the time the light from our journey reaches the bystanders
We would have ascended anew...
Just light baring witness to what we do...
Transcendence!
No need to define this...
We just vibe
Lip to lip
What is time when we are dancing outside of the matrix?
This, yes this, "absorption"
We experience
Can only be explained in mathematical equations...
Pause
While my heartbeat catches up to yours...
Grounded... but for a second...
~Nile