Tongue-twisted,
Writhing bodies,
Ecstasy breaking,
Every день I feel you.
The morning bird reminds me of what’s coming.
The connection.
The spark.
Us.
I have never felt this way,
Drawn to you,
Needing you.
Holding you.
To grip Ты is passion.
Purest of its form,
Attentive in its own way,
And it breaks barriers.
Sonic booms have nothing on us.
The Grand Canyon too small to expand with us,
The Burj Khalifa too small to grow with us,
And the oceans do not have enough depth to describe us.
Despite that, we are endless.
Infinite.
Always,
And forever.
Tongue-twisted,
Writhing bodies,
Ecstasy breaking,
Every день I feel you.
The morning bird reminds me of what’s coming.
The connection.
The spark.
Us.
I have never felt this way,
Drawn to you,
Needing you.
Holding you.
To grip Ты is passion.
Purest of its form,
Attentive in its own way,
And it breaks barriers.
Sonic booms have nothing on us.
The Grand Canyon too small to expand with us,
The Burj Khalifa too small to grow with us,
And the oceans do not have enough depth to describe us.
Despite that, we are endless.
Infinite.
Always,
And forever.
Writhing bodies,
Ecstasy breaking,
Every день I feel you.
The morning bird reminds me of what’s coming.
The connection.
The spark.
Us.
I have never felt this way,
Drawn to you,
Needing you.
Holding you.
To grip Ты is passion.
Purest of its form,
Attentive in its own way,
And it breaks barriers.
Sonic booms have nothing on us.
The Grand Canyon too small to expand with us,
The Burj Khalifa too small to grow with us,
And the oceans do not have enough depth to describe us.
Despite that, we are endless.
Infinite.
Always,
And forever.
Tongue-twisted,
Writhing bodies,
Ecstasy breaking,
Every день I feel you.
The morning bird reminds me of what’s coming.
The connection.
The spark.
Us.
I have never felt this way,
Drawn to you,
Needing you.
Holding you.
To grip Ты is passion.
Purest of its form,
Attentive in its own way,
And it breaks barriers.
Sonic booms have nothing on us.
The Grand Canyon too small to expand with us,
The Burj Khalifa too small to grow with us,
And the oceans do not have enough depth to describe us.
Despite that, we are endless.
Infinite.
Always,
And forever.
