....

For however long the theme song I Feel you - Depeche Mode

breathing what I've always known...
my lipstick on your collarbone.
Everything I've tried to hide is exposed when you open your eyes.
I've never wanted much.
But I'm so difficult it's hard to tell.
When my girl smiles at me with my lips.
When my maker laughs with my voice.
When my friends... those who are my family... those who are few, enjoy.
And then there was a need to share,
the extra, minute, mammoth things.

So hard to control.
I admit that I am.
Even harder to understand when I fight daily for comprehension.
I know so many that would give much to stand in your place.
I know so few that stood there and could not handle it...
Weakness comes in many forms.
but you.
are the extra, minute, mammoth thing.

In few. Stolen. Silent. Moments.
You have renewed me.
And although this is not something we two intend to last...
well, at least not beyond the now, I am safe in this space.
With lips against skin, against belief, against the thought.
You.
Stand firm.
Against a storm.

Outside of the Make Out.
Fingertips.
I smell you on my....

- & I'm here (thank you Kelsey for the words that speak volumes)

P.S. Matching kicks... we are sooooo corny *giggle*