YOU WIN!

Funny how the moon becomes fuller on nights that you cross my mind.
And for a second I would wish to cut open my wrist,
Hoping the oozing blood would clearly paint how amazing you make me feel.
But I choose to narrate the unending tale of our envied escapades.
I want it to be so profound,
That every word I breathe would sculpture how infinity can be lived.
Nothing has ever been more real.
Not even breathing.
Or the certainity that the sun will rise tomorrow.
Your touch,
So magical, it scorches.
Still, I pray for the heat to penetrate me.
Now take me.
Awake me; kiss me insanely.
Then tame me.
Let's do this again, shall we?