The sweet ripen fruit seduces, it hangs from laden branches. It has my mouth salivating. I am developing an intense longing to taste you. The scent of you poised on the tip of my tongue. I imagine seeing the sight of your face, feeling the warmth radiating from your skin, basking in the glow of your smile. Surely this would be akin to the divine ecstasy and passion of a high mass, a requiem to our souls, something that transposes us outside ourselves. It has us shedding our skin, basking in our emotions’ nakedness, be you a molecule in my ocean dreams.
Your presence induces friction that creates heat. It excites and fuses water molecules, bringing them to their latent point of transformation. Alas, they descend into chaos, a cauldron of passion ensues; bathing in our lust has us immersed in the sea of tranquillity, a union of our hearts and minds. Our thoughts coalesce and fuse, they of no definable form, yet they paint a vivid picture, clear and transparent.