My thoughts race of you like the speed of light, to uncover  what is true, your height? enough so that I'm able to look up to you. Your eyes are deep and dark containing their own beauty, your hair coils, just as my sturdy tongue will, while exploring the valley that is your mouth.

The warmth

The response

The force

The taste

The moans

The groans

Takes me up, up into the air, like a bird, like a plane, like a pollen grain...Airborne!