Along the bright, neon path of my pulse,
feelings dissolve inside me—
like hundreds of champagne bubbles,
like the hoarse sound of jazz from a vinyl record.
Your breath, your touch—
they rush through me like a discharge,
sinking like electric current beneath my skin,
making my heart race so fast
it feels like it could leap right out of my chest.
Your gaze, like soft velvet,
caresses me, calms me,
wraps me in warmth, in comfort.
I bathe in the light of your smile—
and smile back.
You are passion, and you are peace.
Restrained, yet overwhelming.
You are art—true, complete.
Incredible, and infinitely real.
V
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