Everytime you move the Earth shakes a little bit harder.
Your soft palms brushing against the wind make me breathless,
No valley or canyon compares to the way your every step splits the earth below us.
The way your chest tapers down to your waist and your waist diverges to your hips. The way you lay down as I watch you breathe, your lungs filling with air and raising and flattening your torso. Rolling hills right by my side. I feel the valley hugged by either side of your chest become wider and narrower with every breath. How good it feels to lay my head on you.
The way your warmth envelopes me and I feel the smell of campfire fill my lungs, the smoke making my eyes tear up as I touch your sunset cheeks and run my hands through your hair. Dark, glimmering underneath the moon. You are the deep, vast ocean. I want to suffocate myself and be rocked back and forth, my body absorbing the movement of the tides.
I want to feel the tightening of my throat and the itching behind my eyes when I look into yours. To see every single star, nebula, and planet in the universe at your very touch. It is heaven, to be close to you.
