I am not the one to usually re-blog things with nudity, etc, blah blah, lame. However, this one made go “wow” - and I am not even gay.
Iridescent, like a waterfall. You breathe, we fall. We swim within our pores grasping for air.
Your touch, your hair. I could do this rhythm forever, and ever.
It beats under my skin, in search of your beat to sync and swim, and smile, and your voice comes out with warm air and it fogs, it suffocates the space we create. —Colors become dull around you, iridescent is your scent that glows, when you whisper, when you call out my name, when you grab and release, oh, when you release - I float.