Something

I die every time, I try to explain this.

This feeling,this rush has left me gasping.

Much like our nights of lust,and touching.

Two as one,we intertwine
.
Hot breath and sloppy kisses,end soon with shaking knees and scratch marks.

We lay here,rotted to the bed, like corpses to the grave,and my mind wanders.

The smiles,the desire,the words we've shared.

This is more than hormones.

This is something more.