Loving You Through Me

What could it be,

What could it be,

To twine these twisting locks together,

Run a cord between,

Plugged into your mind,

Riding behind your eyes when I fall to the magic that drags me between your thighs,

To be both besieged and besieger,

A time to mock myself with your mouth,

Yet still feel the electric charge run up my skin,

A place where you can feel the weight of your own words,

As you hear yourself speak them,

Seeing you in my eyes from your eyes and back and forth,

A circuit of infinity trapped in a glance,

The feel of you touching me through my skin on yours,

Transcendent understanding demanding full attention and submission to what is,

A place where thoughts can’t exist,

Only feel and the breaths between dual gasps,

Dueling ourselves to fill the gaps that aren't really there,

I crave to fill you in a way no one ever has,

Make this dream of physical impossibility a shard of reality,

Just for tonight,

Come be me,

Feel the rhythm caused by your coming in my chest,

And I'll witness the wetness that starts with a breath in your breast,

I don't want to trade places,

But become,

One consciousness experiencing itself subjectively,

To trace with my lips the inroads that might lead me to being a half of your whole,

And find a way to show you what it means that you're a piece of my soul.