Bright burn

                                Bright burn
Love so deep it burns like fume in agony
Fume that brushes the tape of my lips to seal a kiss of fate.
An unprecedented sense of strong compassion to base longing for which we yearn. Yearning to hold which we Can not fathom. Lust as fruitful as the slightest feel of freedom. I cling to your umber.
Your umber of embrace and sweet harmonic comfort. A comfort so empowering it gives light to pave my way to stay. As we lay. Caress my every inch in which we feel the movement on our limbs; as we later rest to the pounding of  exchanging  beat. Your beating heart and my loving sound give birth to a settling love. Under the light that which birthed us for each other