Existing Together

Clothes off,
Lights off,
Minds off,
The only things on in the room are us
I glide my hands around your sides and caress the sweet parts of your upper body with my lips and tongue.
You grab my waist and pull me closer, you try and pull, yet we could not be close enough.
Our subconscious thoughts are intertwined into a melody that we will continue to sing and hum until our voices are hoarse and our lungs, empty.
Empty, empty, such a strong but silent word. Our lungs could never empty, our minds could never be empty, our love shall never be called, empty.
We started, created from a something, whether it be cosmic explosion and expansion, a deity, star gas, or dust, in fact perhaps from the very the essence of existence.
We. Us. You and I. are one, from the same section of the blast radius, same hands, same star, same rock that was crushed to fine powder.
Again, we must find ourselves and each other:
Minds on,
Lights on,
Clothes on,
The world collects our tickets and back onto the train of life we go, but we will always have each other as we grab onto the railings, never losing hold.