Melt

Scents of emotion washes over my body like warm water sliding along the skin.

Shower me with whispers of “want”,

And I’ll give gazes of “need”.

An exchange to be belonged,

To you.

Fantasy’s melted into ideas through time,

And the difference between the two is that an idea can be executed.

“Possible” tickled my lips for the sake of “you”.

Night breezes ached my core at the memory of your breath against my skin;

And so I close my eyes to envision you for hours.

Lust became an undertone of dreams.

Love became an overtone of the fine line into reality.

Mix me deep from my soul and overlap what “could be”,

Kindle this fire, melting me in your arms.