Called to tap upon your door, knuckles rap softly and then

you.

A lightbulb turns on and I begin to take all of you in, all of your face - eyes, smile, lips, hair - along with how you stand and the clothes you’ve chosen to wear and amidst this hyperdrive of attraction I must try to reel back and take one thing in at a time.  What comes from this is how quickly my eyes lock with yours and 

click.

Like being kicked in the back of the knees I’m down in black space, delirious and drinking in the colors that adorn your eyes in the light from your gaze.  Two seconds - undressed and in your arms - time flies when you stop breathing and drown in one another.  Awakening.  Planting my lips to your ear and with a purr kiss you there in my sleepy stupor, high on your scent and you skin warm on my glowing body.  

What a hum we encompass when dying together.